The Muck Fairy

guess where this one came from...

The Muck Fairy

 

At the bottom of the garden

In a ragged skirt and shirt

Once lived a tatty muck fairy

Who collected trash and dirt

 

For a hundred years or more

She lived in the same old hole

Lined with rubbish and with litter

From the gardens that she stole

 

The last time that I saw her

I don’t think she saw me

She was kneeling down and

Mending the broken wing of

A poor old bumble bee

 

Sometimes late at night though

A tiny crumb of cake

Is taken from her plate

And tiny muddy footprints

Lead to our garden gate

 

 

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Kathleen A McCusker]

Neville, extremely fanciful and reminded me a bit of Dickinson but however I love the part where she mentions the wing of the bumblebee. I very much enjoy stories of people who live on the margins or fairies that live on the margins and how they survive with their kindness is intact. Bravo for this one!

Would you happen to know how I can post my poems to Facebook as it seems not to let me.

[Neville]

Many thanks for stopping by and considering these words of mine, tis much appreciated..... sorry no idea about Facebook posting.... Neville

[Fran Marie]

Charming little sprites those fairies..even the mischievous muddy ones..nice work here

[Neville]

they are indeed and the muckier, the better... ta muchly and for sure............. Neville

[Lyn Anderson]

Oh my heart can't take any more wishes ...

[Neville]

Bless ya Lyn....no worries, save them for later... Neville

[lightsong]

I want to be a fairy maybe a "muddy" one but not a "mucky" one lol, I'm thinking of trolls, of little kittens, of flies too, but since You said she was there from a hundred years even more, I'm not sure about it?! what an imagination You have my friend!

[Neville]

thank you my friend, imagination is what makes the world go round & time of course is relative..... N x

[lightsong]

LOL I want to stick to the sentence "imagination is what makes the world go round" we don't need time, do we?

[Neville]

no... time is irrelevant in poetry....

[lightsong]

You spoke the truth :)

[Neville]

.......... Yes, I know & always will :)

[lightsong]

This, I have no doubt about :)

[Neville]

......... :) x

[angel]

Fanciful and bright; a good feeling will be had by all who believe in the wee folk.

[Neville]

you just mark my words, she is still there... maybe..

[The Iron Horseman]

Very cute. I love the playful, light-hearted tone of this piece. It would certainly appeal to any little girl, but big girls too - my wife loves anything to do with fairies! Enjoyed this very much. Thanks for a fun read, Neville.

[Neville]

Many thanks indeed, a much appreciated and very welcome visit... All Good Things to You and your wife.......... Neville

[The Iron Horseman]

The same to you, my friend.

[Neville]

cheers & mightily so.......... N

[Iam-me]

Aw, this is so sweet and cute. Like a storytelling fairytale for children. Adorable and charming.

[Neville]

I am delighted that you think so Dawn.... Many thanks... Neville

[barleygirl]

I don't know how to break this to ya, but she's a lot better than you are! *wink! wink!* Of course, I'm partial to rhyme & rhythm, ya know! I love the playful spirit of this storytelling of the most original kind. I also read a chapter from Sam Dickens' father's autobiography this morning . . . everyone sharing the writing of loved ones makes me want to post a little something from the autobiography I helped my mom write. Now I need to go dig in some boxes to find it! Love your daughter's writing & I'm inspired to share more like this too! *smile* Fondly, Margie

[Neville]

Not sure how to break this to ya Margie, but I wrote this for my daughter Bex when she was just a wee little girl of 4 - 5 years old.... funny how we can get an idea or view and run with it, innit... now go and find that autobiographical write.. I ca't wait...... Neville x