RLS Fairy Blog

Well, my friend Chloe sent me another pretty and glittery fairy card. On it was a verse from The Little Land by Robert Louis Stevenson.


I have just to shut my eyes
To go sailing through the skies --
To go sailing far away
To the pleasant Land of Play;
To the fairy land afar
Where the little people are ...


The first four lines sound like an invitation to go "image streaming", as Win Wenger would call it. I do this every day.

The Glass Menagerie

Here is a tiny fairy tale I wrote for my nieces--Lucy, Sophie and Lyla--when I gave them a pretty blue broken glass cat I found in my cupboard...


The Glass Menagerie

Snobinetta was a rich and spoilt little girl--who could have anything she wanted. She saw a pretty blue glass cat in a shop window. Now Snobinetta ''loved'' the little cat, and kept him for many days on her mantelpiece.

Alas, but one day she accidentally dropped the blue glass cat, and one of his ears broke into a thousand pieces, and couldn't--in a million years!--ever be mended. Snobinetta, dissatisfied with ''imperfection'', tossed the little blue glass cat--now with a broken heart, as well!--into the glass recycling bin, to be melted down.

Lucy, Sophie and Lyla were putting out glass jars and bottles to be recycled, when they espied the little blue glass cat with a broken ear and a broken heart. They rescued him from the trash and gave him a new home on their window sill, by the rainbow crystals.

The little blue glass cat lived happily ever after; and so, too, did Lucy 'n Sophie 'n Lyla.

THE END

Over Hill, Over Dale

My friend Chloe sent me a lovely illustrated book of fairy poems, yesterday. Looks as if it was bought from a second-hand bookshop. Here is a nice poem from it, by the Bard...


Over Hill, Over Dale


Over hill, over dale,
Thorough bush, thorough brier,
Over park, over pale,
Thorough flood, thorough fire:
I do wander everywhere,
Swifter than the moones sphere;
And I serve the fairy queen,
To dew her orbs upon the green.

The cowslips tall her pensioners be;
In their gold coats spots you see;
Those be rubies, fairy favours,
In those freckles live their savours:
I must go seek some dew-drops here,
And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.

William Shakespeare