The Damned

This is a little ditty I wrote for my kids when they were babies. It embraces my stimuli for the fairy series. Please enjoy and you’re welcome to share it with your family. A Fairy Poem by Vikki North:

I know there are fairies. I know they exist.
I was determined to find them in my midst.

I searched under rock and hollow of tree,
"Damn you fairies! Where could you be?”

I watch. I listen. I set in gaze.
Then smash a thing in the haze.

I look under foot and let out a scream.
It was a dead fairy- is what I mean!

Fairies small and fairies large,
Fleeing swiftly from my charge.

Stomping, stomping, loudly yell
“Go ye fairies back to hell!”

Hacking wings and bloody pie,
Godless things that need to die!

“Cry and scream you flying mutts,
I am going to kick your butts!”

Oh to horror I did see,
A fairy army coming for me.

These fairy things are not alone.
They call their friends with pheromone.

Running, falling, stinging bee.
To my house I surely flee.

Lesson learned I keep forever
To my breath when God doth sever.

Do not stomp on fairy bee,
Terror, tears and agony!

Yes. Your right. This is the Red Chair Gallery blog and I am Vikki North. I have no idea what I’m thinking- but I do know, in this day and time of war and inflation, a little humor is absolutely necessary to lighten our load. So if you can write a better poem, (smarty-pants), hit me with your best shot. Any subject will do: a poem, a joke, story or whatever you like. Get your ‘silly-on’. It’s the best medicine for your heart and mind. Make us laugh. Make us smile. Or just say hello. I dare you. I double dead fairy dare you. (And ‘no’ I never actually shared this with my children. My original poem reads slightly different on the Red Chair Gallery Fantasy Page.)
Vikki

B. Bumble Fairy is part of the Bug Fairy Series on my website. (A different sort of fairy painting)
16”x 20 Acrylic on Canvas Panel
Original $450 Prints of various sizes are also available.


Post note- I received this last week from Lou Ceel . I’ve read it over and again. It is so eloquently written and germane to everyone that participates in blogging. I just got lucky. Lou sent it to me. Comment on my Recycled Life Blog (4/20-4/27):
There are certain elements missing in these online relationships. There is, typically, no eye to eye, no face to face. There's just these little snippets of soul, hung out there like washing on the line. And just like that washing could say so much about the person who owned it, so these blog posts, over time, begin to paint a picture of the person who's soul it is, on display. I like your soul, Miss Vikki. I'm glad I found you.