Oh ye of jaded belief,
walk these greening woods
and you shall see the signs.
Mushroom thrones beside
fiddlehead playground slides.
Muhly grass, pink pillow puffs
placed ‘neath frills of ferns.
Look with open heart
and you shall find,
the fairy sprites of yore.
A quadrille (44 words) written for dVerse Poet’s Pub where Grace asks us to use the word “green” within our poem. Photos from various hikes we’ve taken.
lillian the home poet 
I love this.. such a wonderful sense of travelling back in time in the rebirth at spring… (I love the word yore)
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Smiling I am. Thanks, Bjorn!
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Oh!!! beautiful photos and such a lovely green poem – faeries!!!! This poem and the photos make me want to start looking for them again as I take walks through my woods. Yore….yore….love to say it.
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Ah Toni….so glad you enjoyed. My grand children went through a wonderful stage where they built fairy houses outside — and the rule was they could only be built with natural items that were already fallen to the ground — acorns, pieces of bark, flower petals, stones. Their back yard was full of fairy houses 🙂
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I love it. A friend’s granddaughter did that but they bought all this “cute” stuff to use. I like your idea so much better.
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I dislike mushrooms so I have a hard time thinking of them as thrones, but otherwise I love this delightful little quadrille. 😉
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Well…..this particular one we learned from our National Parks guide was poisonous — so only good for a throne, not eating 🙂
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Loving all the delightful details in this–fiddlehead ferns are so unique and those mushroom thrones just perfect.
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Glad you enjoyed 🙂
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Woodlands have a way of being so magical and you’ve captured that really well here. I love the photo of the fern still curled up.
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And I do believe, for me at least, the magic increases as you walk deeper and deeper within!
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You really take the reader on this hike with you through the woods. And the photos add so much.
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Happy to have you tag along 🙂
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Oh my goodness..fiddleheads!! My son just told me that they are thriving in the woodlands a few hundred miles north of me where he lives. He picked tons of them the other day.
Your poem is so enchanting, Lillian with a magical Celtic feel.
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So glad you enjoyed, Mish. I’m told fiddleheads are quite a delicacy to cook up in the spring….although the faeries might be upset to lose their slides! 🙂
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This is delightful and I am sure to be looking out for fiddleheads on my walks ~ They are indeed abundant at this time of year ~ Enchanted with this Lillian ~
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So glad you enjoyed, Grace. A wee bit of folk lore today 🙂
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Lovely tribute to spring!
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Glad you enjoyed! Many a tribute to spring from this prompt. No wonder — we are all so ready! 🙂
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Ah.. thE IrisH
Elf oF i iN eYes
MEadoWeD
GreeN luckY
chArmS waY..
juSt tWo geneRaTioNs
rEmoved froM tHe
CeltiC fAIRy waYs
oF PeteR
PaN
And More
oF MaGiC..
FREe nOW..;)
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So nice to see you Katie! Ah yes — faeries and Peter Pan — that is soooo me! 🙂
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SMiLes of
Continuing
Irish green..
My friend..:)
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I love the way you casually dropped in “jaded” – not the kind of green you get from this woodland wander…
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Ah — you’re the first to catch that 🙂 So appreciate the thoughtful read. Many thanks!
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For some reason, while reading this, it came out with an Irish accent! Hmmmm 🙂 Lovely photos, too!
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Well, I’m French and German…..but we do have the Boston Celtics! 🙂
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Tis magical indeed, & your quadrille is an actual poem; lovely, lilting. Mine was a bit rambling & arbitrary; enjoyed this a lot, & beyond.
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Smiling I am to read your words over my first cup this morning! Going to replenish and head out to read….am certain yours will be a treat.
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Oh, I do love the lilt of your poem! And the picture in the upper left takes me back out west, into forests where the light has a life of its own. Excellent!
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Thank you Charley! So glad you enjoyed. When I saw that my phone-camera had caught those sun streams, I was amazed. These new phones make everyone a photographer — and it really did look like this! 🙂
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If we only had some woods to walk through around here, it would be just like the one you’ve described. I’d be looking for fairy sprites all the time! Wonderful is the green of nature! 🙂
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I always feel like I’m entering the faeries land the deeper I walk into the woods — and when the sun streams in, it is indeed magical!
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“Mushroom thrones” and
“fiddlehead playground slides” — DELIGHTED by this!
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Happy to make you smile — so nice to see your words over my first morning cup!
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you painted nature beautifully with your poem. 🙂
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So many words to choose from — it’s fun to sit and look at photos and feel what words come out to describe them! So glad you enjoyed.
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Love “pink pillow puffs” and the great photos.
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Ah yes…..that pink Muhly grass just looks so ethereal — like it could be piled neath those ferns and make the poufiest of pillows! 🙂
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You’ve caught the awe I feel when walking through woods – both with your words and your pictures.
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Ah thank you my friend. So happy to take you along on this walk with me 🙂
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You’ve paint us a lovely picture with your words, Lillian. 🙂
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So nice to see you this morning, Maria. Glad you enjoyed!
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I was a bit late (well, maybe the coz of the time zones) but I’m slowly working on blog-hopping over everyone’s sites. Have a nice day, Lillian!
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A magical quadrille – I can image the wood sprites dancing in the greening woods, Lillian. That’s cheered me up immensely 😉
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Happiness is a poem’s smile in the early AM! 🙂
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That sounds like a delightful bit of exploration!
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Any time we can find where the faeries live, tis delightful! 🙂
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I love this! Especially the midsection:
“Mushroom thrones beside
fiddlehead playground slides.
Muhly grass, pink pillow puffs”
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So glad you enjoyed! Smiling I am with my second cup of coffee, reading your words. Thank you!
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Your poem made me feel like a fairy prancing in the spring forest.
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Prance away!!! So glad you enjoyed 🙂
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I love fairies. I write about them often but this is so much better
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You are so kind! Glad you enjoyed.
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and you shall find,
the fairy sprites of yore.
How true Lilian! One can find myriads of familiar fairy tale elements, mushrooms and the like. Clever observation!
Hank
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Into the woods we go —- and our imaginations just get clicking the deeper we go! 🙂
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Oh yes! And these lovely photos provide the evidence. 🙂
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So glad you enjoyed 🙂
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