Angus Abranson (angusabranson) wrote,
Angus Abranson

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(Poetry) The Faeries Know

I wrote this on Christmas Day back in 1990. It's hard to believe it was 18 years ago and I was only 18 at the time.

Half a life time ago.

Time really does fly and before you know it that's it. Time has gone. I'm a strong believer of people following their dreams. You only live once (or atleast remember one life at a time as a general rule) and there's no point wasting time on things you don't enjoy and putting off pursuing your dreams or getting new experiences under your belt. At the end of the day you get one shot at living each life. Make it count and at the end of days you can look back and be glad you had fun and lived it fully.

Anyway, enough of the retrospective. I posted this on LJ originally back in 2004 when I was, infrequently, posting up various bits of my poetry writing from the previous 16 or so years. I sometimes think I should start trying to post them up again but don't seem to find the time. Maybe 2009 will see a change in that, we'll see.

For know here's "The Faeries Know"

The Faeries Know


Portraits on the walls of a secret room

that overlooks the garden,

covered in mist

with lights of faerie glow,

pulled around

old cobblestone paths

painted in the silk

of a spiders thread

that’s what makes it shine,

makes everything shine,

in the sun or in the rain.

How far do you wish

you could go?

You could do,

anything with magic,

the faeries know

that you could become

the little girl you left behind

hiding in the darkness

of an attic

too afraid to move,

too afraid to

call out or cry,

scared of the darkness,

and the thoughts of goblins,

They said rule the night.

Run little girl,

strange little girl,

that the faeries know

will reach the light,

will see their light,

and will one day grow

out of girl,

into beauty.

Unseen beauty.

Strange kind of beauty.

(They only want to love you)

Portraits on the walls

of a secret room

that overlooks the garden,

covered in the mist

with the lights of faerie glow.



By A R J Abranson


(Taken From 'Wild Card Symphonies')

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