Category : Reflections

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Fae of Winter 14I have had a lifelong fascination with fairies, the wee folk, the fae and the simply magical.

That love for the magic in life is the reason I first started this website.

But, the human in me soon gave up on that idea because I thought (mistakenly) that there really wasn’t a big audience for the magical fairies of my youth and imagination.

I was wrong, so wrong.

So I’m going back to that root, back to the magic and the imagination that fueled my love for the fae and all things magical.

Because my writings here in the past meant something to me for that time in my life – I will leave them here as a reminder to me, at least, to not give up on what’s important – to dream and to take flight through magical belief in the… what if’s.

It is my hope that you believe too and will find enjoyment here at Fae Serena.  also known these days as

Faeries In My Garden…. and faery tales on my bookshelves

Because I love faery stories so much, I’ve decided to combine two of my loves:  Faery Gardening & Faery Fiction (novels).  It may seem to be a strange combination – but it works for me and I think it will work for others.  Because if you enjoy one hobby, I think you’d enjoy the other, too.

So, here at Faeries In My Garden you will find reviews of fantastic fairy gardening books and supplies, information about making your own fairy garden and then you’ll find fiction in the form of reviews of Fae novels or the re-telling of classic fairy tales in a more modern world.

Sound like a fun combination?  Then I certainly hope you enjoy your time here.

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This is where I long to be

 standing beside the magical sea.

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Photo credit: Stuck in Customs / Foter.com / CC BY-NC-SA

 

She sits at the window

Watching life unfold before her eyes

The seasons come and then go

As the hope within slowly dies.

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The burden she has carried

For so many long, long years

Ensures that affection will not tarry

Love shall never be given here.

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Never good enough for long lasting

She sits and watches through the tears

As she counts the years now passing

She will remain at the window, right here.

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Weaver of dreams in the night

Wisher of silent yearnings

Hopeful that the right one just might

Look up and set her heart singing.

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Yet the song remains unsung

The dreams lie in tatters

For all hope is at last done

In all her life she never mattered.

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And she sits at the window. . .

~m spohn

 

Why can’t you see me

The me that lies within?

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Why do you only see

The package I’ve been placed in?

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Why can’t you see

The love I have to give?

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Why do you only see

The wrappings that I live in?

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Why can’t you see me

And the heart I’d give so freely?

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Why do you only see

The package that heart was placed in?

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Why can’t you see

The faithfulness I offer?

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Why do you only see

The wrappings that honor lives in?

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Why can’t you see

The me that lives within?

~m spohn

 

Through the years

a heart can count the tears

spilling from eyes overflowing.

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Through the years

the spirit learns to fear

months, now years swiftly passing.

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Through the years

the soul needs to hear

my love for you is everlasting.

~m spohn

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