Monday, November 11, 2019

Where the Pixies Play


Where the Pixies Play

In the meadow, under a pine, at the edge of the wood,
right at my feet, the yellow mushroom stood.
Nothing but an ordinary mushroom by day,
but at night, it's where the pixies play.
Fluttering about with the fireflies;
giggling, whispering, and batting their eyes;
they play hide and seek among the clover,
flitting about, under and over.
They frolic and dance with the other sprites,
whiling away the starlit nights.
When at last the sun begins to rise,
they rest their heads and close their eyes,
but they'll be back when the stars shine,
on the mushroom, in the meadow, under a pine, 
which looks so ordinary during the day,
but at night, it's where the pixies play.

23 comments:

  1. I found myself swaying lightheartedly as I read this. It's like a cheerful tune that still rings through me. This was a lovely start to my week. Thank you, Connie.

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  2. Of course, this is where the pixies play, Connie, and I have seen many of their favorite mushroom hideaways.

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  3. What a joy to read! Actually I haven't seen yellow mushroom like this before, interesting. Have a lovely rest of the week!☺

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  4. Such a delightful poem, Connie. Blessings to you!

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  5. how fun - the poem does trip lightly over the tongue and presents a fanciful image. Very nice start to a Monday. Thanks!

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  6. Connie, this is a precious poem! There's so much imagination here; "...so ordinary during the day, but at night it's where the pixies play." I've always thought of mushrooms as a place for mice to shelter.

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  7. Now that is charming!

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  8. Connie, You certainly have a flair for magical poems that bring children of all ages together! Simply delightful!

    Julie

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  9. Very imaginative. Reminds me of playing in the woods as a child.

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  10. wow enchanting is the word that comes to me. so cool!!

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  11. glad you are blogging back....

    love your beautiful words....

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  12. Wonderful poem and the mushroom is a wonderful illustration.

    www.thepulpitandthepen.com

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  13. Such a sweet poem! Now every time I spot mushrooms growing, I'll think of pixies coming out to frolic around them in the moonlight. But I'll only feel a tiny twinge of guilt at eating their playgrounds on my spaghetti... :)

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  14. I love your poem. It's awesome!

    Happy Thanksgiving!

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  15. oh this is sweet to know about these lovely mushrooms through your lovely poetry dear Connie :)

    when i was child i used to see many interesting one on our hills there ,i miss that period sometimes
    nature has numerous stories in each form of her to share
    beautifully written poem my friend!

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  16. A joy to read, quite delightful … and I'm still smiling :)

    All the best Jan

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  17. Sweet poem! Wishing you a happy Thanksgiving!

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  18. dear Connie i want to wish special day at your part of land :)
    Happy Thanksgiving day my friend,may you enjoy many more with your precious family :)

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  19. Just stopping by to say have a lovely week ahead☺☺

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  20. This should be a children's book. It is delightful!

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  21. I hope you are well and enjoying your grandchild.

    Have a very Merry Christmas and happy New Year!

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  22. What a lovely mushroom! Love your sweet and happy poem! Wishing you a merry Christmas and a peace filled new year!

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