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The Faerie Carriage

Fashioned from a highly polished dark red cherry,
With two wheels made from crystal dusted spider webs,
It was being pulled by four pairs of fireflies in a hurry,
Ferrying faeries home to their soft petal'd beds.
The coachman was a bright green cricket,
Who wore a long white coat of finest lace,
Hurtling along the thicket,
A great big smile lit upon his face.

For inside sat Saphire and Sequinda,
Returning from a Summer's dance,
Their laughter cracked like tinder,
Setting fire to the coachman's pants.
Ahhh! No! It did not really,
It just tickled his hairy leg,
And he fidgeted quite clearly,
Until he had to beg,
'Please girls no more laughter,
I am going round the bend.'
Which happened to be quite a tight one,
With a tunnel at the end.

The fireflies slowed down to a canter,
Turning up the brightness of their glow.
The faeries ceased their banter,
And towards the tunnel they all did go.
Where echos ran like spiders,
Along slimy jet black walls,
And the carriage rocked to sleep it's riders,
While scrawny owls hooted haunted ghostly calls.

Suddenly the sound of tiny faeries snoring,
Started sawing through the carriage door,
Then it began chomping on the flooring,
And the coachman could take no more,
He sent the carriage bumping,
Through the potholes in the road,
And then he started jumping,
just like a big demented toad,

He was humming a quiet nervous tune,
When the carriage shot a foot up into the air,
Just as he thought it would be completely strewn,
A sleepy voice said ' Are we nearly there? '

The coachman was so pleased,
His legs began to chirp,
Then one faerie sneezed,
And the other let loose a great fat hairy burp.

Submitted: Thursday, September 05, 2013
Edited: Thursday, September 05, 2013


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  • Noreen Carden (9/14/2013 8:42:00 AM)

    Hello Anthony well you certainly took us on a journey . A wonderful poem great imagination.
    Well done i read it to my grandchild and she loved it thank you for the journey

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  • Lyn Paul (9/14/2013 8:33:00 AM)

    What talent for imagination. Love all the comments, particularly Ellias. well done

  • Hazel Durham (9/12/2013 9:27:00 AM)

    You have an amazing imagination creating a wonderful world that I can picture so vividly!
    With great rhythm and flow!
    Superb write!

  • Danny Draper (9/10/2013 6:37:00 PM)

    An inspired and brilliantly creative and marvelously descriptive write. Perhaps a prequel at the dance?

  • Valsa George (9/6/2013 1:44:00 AM)

    I have been trying to follow the course of this wonderful carriage! But when the journey turned so bumpy, jumping into pot holes, I stopped mid way, for I have a severe back ache already... (ha.. ha!) Enjoyed every bit of this fancy trip!

  • Diane Hine (9/5/2013 9:07:00 PM)

    No! I insist you save the dashing coachman (I've taken a fancy to him) . I don't want a fiery finale.
    A fabulous whimsical trip.

  • Thomas A Robinson (9/5/2013 4:50:00 PM)

    Wonderful excursion just for fun!

  • Dave Walker (9/5/2013 2:22:00 PM)

    A really wonderful poem, a fantastic read.

  • Heather Wilkins (9/5/2013 1:51:00 PM)

    reminds me of Cinderella and her pumpkin carriage. good write

  • David Wood (9/5/2013 1:46:00 PM)

    A perfect poem brilliantly written and a delight to read. Great work. A perfect 10/10.

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