In times gone by, no one ever interfered with a hazel tree as the fairies danced underneath. If you did bad luck came to you and your family
As the tree is bent so it will grow
on July 31, 2020
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Sonnet – Fairy Mischiefs
on July 31, 2020
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by Áine Leddy, New York
The cows were dry again this morn
Those fairy mischiefs doing their worst
With guilt and shame I was torn
My whole clan would feel the thirst
The spancel should have been installed
Before I closed my eyes to sleep
But I had milking churns to scald
And left gap open to fairy leap
I will do better I decided
In the duel with the little man
My efforts would not be derided
No more empty milking can
So move along you little louse
No more free milk around this house
Áine based her poem on the folklore “Fairies sometimes milk cows. To prevent this tie a hair spancel in the cow gap.”
The ‘Good People’
on July 18, 2020
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by M Ni B., Longford
THE ” GOOD PEOPLE”
Down from their secret haunt they come, A-trooping down the hill,
green jackets, red caps, white owl feather
– proud and bold they step together
The yellow moon doth guide them, as implishly they leap
their wizened crinkled faces, as old as rivers deep.
At midnight ’round the red hot coal, they toast their tiny feet,
sipping clean Spring water, they search for loosened teeth.
They frown on itchy noses, a bed that’s facing West,
a web they love to weave around, the Stranger or the Guest.
Theý’re still around, those little folk, who are both wild and free,
don’t lend an egg or spill the salt,
for certain they will point and say
”these humans are at fault”