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FROUDIAN POEMS and PROSE

This poem is inspired by " Ta'Om the Poet" from "The Faeries Oracle." Poem is by Sonya Lynette (36).

"Taom" Sylvanius

Ta'Om the Poet © Brian Froud

Taom the poet
Brown as the dirt
Blends into everything
Even my work
He sings of better times
Not throwing away
My talents on idiots
Just remembering to play
"Work little momma
Sing all your songs
Let the past alone
Move and dance along
Into the light
Right where I crouch
Here in the shade
On my comfortable couch
Of green leaves, and pink clover
Where the air is sweet
And everything's over
That every hurt you
Or made you feel sad
Live for today
Meander and play
Live for me today!"

So I walk in his woods
Carefully not crass
Watching where I step
Not moving too fast
Knowing he is waiting
For me... for I
And finally I spot him
Looking at the sky
I stand so very still
Waiting for him to see
Me
Me
Me
His eyes light up
His smile is super tight
His arms are so warm
And I feel so light
That I don't know if I'll ever touch the ground
I don't know if I'll ever touch the ground

So I laugh
And I play 
In the woods with him
Never competing
With my past
Or my present
Or my future
Only living in the moment
With him
With him
He teaches me magick
He teaches me song
He teaches me poetry
And how to grow strong
There in the woods with him with him
There in the woods with him

This poem is inspired by "Indi, the faery of indecision" from "Good Faeries/Bad Faeries" book. Poem is by Denita Arnold (46).

"Indi" Indi

Here I go again,
Not knowing where my mind has
been;
Your cuteness is deceptive.
Look at me with those sweet
sour eyes,
While I get more and more
confused
Please! Just go away for now.
My poor head won't clear.
 It needs rest.
I know you will return tomorrow, though;
So, What would you like
for breakfast?

This poem is inspired by "A bluebell tree." Poem is by Aura Tether Frey (31).

frogs croaking
smoke floating 
into the blackest night

crickets creaking
leaves crinkling
in the breeze to take flight

the softest smell
of highest blue bells
adore the faeries do

with gentle tickles
and goosebump prickles
the faeries call to you

though head to them
beware the glen
alluring tricksters are they

song draws you in
the circle will spin
never to let away

only admire
as you sit by the fire
under the bluebell tree

adorable smiles
but, tricky whiles
always let faeries be

Updated May 2008

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