The Fairy Investigation Society ~ Urgent Memo

We recently heard of sightings
in a nearby Nottingham wood.
(As far as we ascertain
there is no link to Robin Hood
and no clear reference to Folk Lore
though we will investigate more).

A family out on a picnic,
wandered deep into the forest
to a pleasant clearing
beside a flooded stream,
where they came upon a scene
reminiscent of Arden
and Shakespeare’s Midsummer Dream.

This is what they found;
upon a grassy mound
small figures in pointed hats,
entirely dressed in green,
were prancing hand in hand,
spinning around in a circle,
their feet just above the ground.
Their faces were not clearly seen.
There is no report of wings.
The light was reported as hazy,
and the turf described as soft.
A small king stood at the centre
holding a lamp aloft.

The family stood in shock,
rooted to the spot,
and watched him as he sauntered
to a sturdy leaf of dock
where he sat in dignified leisure
and, possibly over-heated,
fanned himself quite a lot
with an unidentified leaf.

To be brief;
A gentleman of the party
moved for a closer look
but failed to stifle a cough.
(The local pollen count was high.
I don’t claim fairy dust).
The small creatures all ran off
at incredible speed.
The family looked about for a time,
searching the nearby weeds
which had sprung up all around
but no sign of the small folk was found.

Our colleague, Marjorie Johnson,
having studied the correspondence,
found one further eyes witness
who claimed to have seen the same elves
about a decade before.
There is more.
This witness on many occasions
saw leaves and varied twigs,
laid out in a curious fashion,
beneath an ancient Ash.

Marjorie made the decision
to visit the site herself
(as she frequently does).
She left in the middle of May.
She has not returned to date.
We informed the local police
who conducted a thorough search,
finding her camera and glove.
Please advise. Don’t delay.
We must avert a scandal.
We need a Press Release.

Please note:
We found a long lost manuscript
from the early Tudor era
stating that, in this forest,
frequently over the years
as the month of June drew nearer,
people had disappeared.
We cannot continue to hope.

Invitation to a Dream

The sun enthroned at its height
gleaming gold, glorious light
now falls away to gentle pink
to greet the starlit night.

Gentle hands and dancing feet
fling open wide the door
between the worlds.
You are summoned to the circle.

Take the woodland paths
push aside your cares
hurry to the gathering
join us at the hill.

Fear not Pan nor Oberon
gaze on fair Titania.
Peaspod, Cobweb, Puck,
all await you here

Come to us, we who know,
all are not exactly as they seem
throw aside disbelief
open wide the dream.

Circle Declaration

The wrong words have been spoken.

They summon up famine,

injustice and  grief.

The line is narrow and doesn’t turn back.

Progress and riches,

shot like an arrow,

Power and greed pull back the bow.

I hear it groan, as it strains and creaks.

The higher it flies the further it falls.

 

The circle is endless,

The earth is all-knowing,

Liquid with sunlight

Holy and starbright

A mystery sings, at the heart of it all.

The movement is one of coming and going,

Eternally growing,

naturally flowing.

For wisdom and balance we send out the call.

The Choice is Pyramids or Circles

the pyramids of greed and power
became our masters long ago
they took the land away from us
and fenced the common pastures
while we were tired and sleeping

are we sleeping still?
we walk on ice above the fires
we hover on a precipice
bind-folded by the wrong desires
our better hopes defeated

how did we come to this?
the storm brings rain to fill the rivers
we complain of changing weathers
we take for granted natures gifts
making wanton use of treasures

every creature great and small
brings blessings to the earth
while we destroy and poison all
how can we be so foolish?
we are earth’s most useless creatures

we will come to understand, too late,
the damage we have done ourselves
in breaking natures circle
we will recognise our awful fate
when we reap the final harvest

join the circle, strong, complete
to guard and bless the garden
there is no greater purpose
the only promised land we have
is here beneath our feet

The Circle Game

I travelled far, found a home
where my flag of honour flew
I thought it so, I worked for you,
for all I thought was true

you illustrate this event
with a comic book cartoon
and say you did it in good faith
am I too serious?

I should lighten up I guess
it’s just a party
all in jest
just a game, no harm

take my paper, take my words,
trample them in mud,
tear and shred my tribal banner
tell me this is love

I have been to parties
festivals and celebrations,
gathering, joyful tribal dances,
where my banner flew in wind

sunshine shone on open pages
there was light and dignity
I never thought to leave
such grace and charity

this though is another place
your run me round in circles
I see your honeyed traps
the charm, the exploitation

such manipulations
will never capture me
I have already gone
I left your circle game