Saturday, November 21, 2009
Fred and the Flower Fairies
Fred with short hair is more elfin than ever. Sometimes when we are at the park or in the bush, I think she belongs more to the trees and the grasses than to me, and that, like a seed head she will be taken away by the wind to eternally drift. Fred is not so much a flower fairy as a wind sprite, as was pointed out by Kate Constable, who knows a fairy when she sees one.
When Fred was born she was given a copy of a flower fairies book of poems by my brother and his family and recently it's been rediscovered and is a favourite - she takes it to bed to read to herself.
This morning she wrote her own poem (her punctuation, I have resisted the urge to edit).
I saw a fery, and I sede
to the fery...why
is your bed a poppy
it is soft