Flight of the faeries.

Loved the lines, the moonlights sill, how enchanting. I loved this Fairies flight, a beautiful poem. well presented too. Like we were following.

Dear John , I thought the faery dust glimmering light so it didnt rust? was enchanting ,felt something was off in the flow though my friend I think it needs breaking up into stanza's and the loss of the rhyme in the middle stopped the flow , but its a beautiful little piece and I will be back in the edits with you other star ;) hope your well and I love predator ;)lol... Love and hugz jayne x x

Not quite, not quite but it will be, it will be absolutely beautiful but! And the but, oh dear how to begin. I would like the lines to be a little more gathered into a form, four together; but one cannot just say that, as the meanings will have to determine the gaps, Then with a little tweeking, do they say? Here and there it will sing to us like the almost inaudible song of the faeries on the wing, if you listen very carefully when in some magiCK place you might hear them too. And the magick place might be just here beside and inside this poem. Why not read it out loud for us? Dear mantisceptor, now I can dare to say this, as your picture doesn't make me feel a little scared to even say one word. From Ann of Norway

i love this love this love this! Greeneyes

Now it rocks ;) love the edit and here is your other purdy star :P lol love and higgest bugs Jayne x x x

If faeries exist, and my mother says she saw them with her sister one day, they went out to find them and both of them did(!) Well to continue the first sentence: if fearies exist, then you have magicKed them into my brain here, the good fearies, as you mention no harm or fright, just the tinkerbell of frills and caresses of their soft attire gold dust and silver spray, moonlit sills, thats where I am now, leaning on my window sill and bathed by the moonlight receive eyes that can see the unseen, a gift from the feary godmother, and I am thereby entranced. Love Ann of Norway