Welcome, Wanderers! Today’s poem is a darling little piece sure to leave you feeling a bit more whimsical. Let us know your favorite lines in the comments!
Come down to the beck!
Where the wildflowers grow,
Where the water is warm
And tickles our toes;
I will be lilac;
You can be blue,
Like the bluebells that sing
In the sweet morning dew;
We’ll hide in the oak,
Wait for fae to pass by
As the stories we’ve heard
Say they’re timid and shy;
The whole spring day play
From dawn until night,
‘Til the lambent, full moon
Rises up like a kite;
‘Til the bluebells glow warm
In the soft evening haze,
And our fae friends retreat
To their petal-pronged maze;
Come down to the beck!
And spend all day with me,
For we’re best friends and sisters –
Two buds from one tree.
Catrina Dawn Conway is a writer and poet, currently studying an MA in Nature and Travel Writing at Bath Spa University. She writes to capture the feeling of wonder she experiences when spending time in the natural world. She views writing as a way to create her very own magic spells, conjuring up the beauty of the universe to share with readers.
More of her writing can be found on her Substack & Instagram.
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