the fae
jaden rudd
Down amongst the wispy moors and sleeping trees
lives a peculiar people. Their beauty is quite bewitching
these Elysian beings. Concoctions of colors,
lilac and peach, and ears elongated into sharp points.
Rosewoods and rhododendron boulevards where sunbeams glitter
and dance. They drink from acorns and leaves. While the bells chime
with the scent of Lily of the Valley. The Fair Folk are not so fair, indeed.
Lonesome creatures of Dionysus’ seed. They tell no lies
but weave truths as intricate as grape vines and ivy leaves.
Hedonistic by nature they are drunk on honey and wine.
Don’t dare to dance, or your feet shall never cease.
Intoxicating as it may seem, don’t ever feast; rose jam
and fresh buttered bread will be quick to ensure you never leave.
Always carry rowan and ash, in case you encounter these.
Gossamer gowns and crowns of antlers and elderberries.
Moth wings, butterfly earrings, and hats of tulips.
Their revels, which last ‘til the final hour of moonrise—
sharp symphonies of harp, violin, and accordion played
by sleepy squirrels. Drunk and foolish, the fae will engage in their
mean games, forcing humans to lap up honeysuckle and wine.
When the sun slices the night, they’ll sleep, only to do it all over again.
Moon rivers that carry the scent of plump spring figs.
They reside in the glens of the highlands and beneath
mushroom circles that spring from wet soil in autumnal rains.
They’ll ride their ragwort steads or leaping toads some even have
their own wings. Nymphs, pixies, gnomes, and selkies are all the Fae.
Don’t seek them out or give them any thought, some
curiosities best remain untamed.
Jaden Rudd is a beginner prose and poetry writer. She is a junior at Flagler College and majors in English and Creative Writing. She works as a Fiction editor for her school's literary magazine Flare. She frequents open mic poetry events. She loves springtime, moon-bathing, swimming in rivers, and running barefoot over hills.
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