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Once in awhile my splendid little pixie fairy surprises me. Whenever I think she has disappeared or perhaps pixie myths never existed at all, there she stands, as tiny as Tinkerbell, right there before my disbelieving eyes, offering me glimpses into her inspiration.

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"Pixie Myths - Fairies Finding Their Way to Fantasy Stories"

Beyond the meadow
I did discover Pixie myths
fairies finding their way to fantasy stories
mythical little flower creatures of folklore
enchanting me
ahh such a lovely celtic dream.

My personal pixie darling
in a Victorian setting
sat beside me one glorious afternoon.
We shared the day and peeled off
the most delightful giggles.
On que
my attentive little darling
being a dear little audience
listened
as I shared my fantasies
legends of mermaids
ships that set sail
on Scandinavian seas
and the sailors
who had been kidnapped
because of a mermaids undying love.
Legends, pixie myths,
real flower faeries
whimsical angels
blessing the day.

I recited on...
from books once stored away
and forgotten
of princes on white horses
rescuing the sleeping beauty
awakened by a kiss.

Whenever I paused to sip some tea
or take a nibble from a bit of chocolate
she brought me
my pointed ear companion
reminded me
in song
that magic is never all that far away.
Ahh my dear pixie fairy friend.

Finding a spot online
I showed my darling elf
a certain fairies.com
Reading the last page
we chirped like birds
lured into a little pixie house
that we could cut out
fold together
and tie with ribbons of satin.
What a fun discovery!

Once in awhile
to this day
my splendid little pixie fairy
surprises me.
Whenever I think she has disappeared
or perhaps never existed at all
there she stands
as tiny as Disney's Tinkerbell
right there before my disbelieving eyes
offering me glimpses into her inspiration.
and so I take them
make little drawings of descriptions she shares
and put them in a box of koa
where all my childhood memories
and pixie myths
are stored.

04 May 2009
by Kathy Ostman-Magnusen

This was so weird-- great minds think alike? When I read this: "Once in awhile my splendid little pixie fairy surprises me. Whenever I think she has disappeared or perhaps pixie myths never existed at all, there she stands, as tiny as Tinkerbell, right there before my disbelieving eyes, offering me glimpses into her inspiration." It reminded me of this, which is an excerpt of a post I made in another forum on Nov. 10, 2009: "I guess I'm going to keep reaching back into my subconscious till I finally pull out every little bit of this poem. I'm hoping to. It became important to me to find it again not too long after I started in Elfpath. Actually,. I'm compelled to try and remember the whole thing, since it doesnt look as if I'm going to find my paper version anytime soon. There was a point in my life where I could recite, in my mind, the poem in its entirety anytime I wanted to. I wrote it to remind myself that I was slipping further off that deep end every day, though eventually I did slip off, and that poem came to represent to me everything I was feeling then. I remembered another line last night. This poem was written in 1976, possibly 1977. The very beginning of the poem goes: "So many times have I looked up and gazed straight into the eyes of my imagination. She stands there smiling. Keeping her distance she beckons for me to follow. If I go with her I'd never want to return." And the part where "she offers no sustenance" may be in the beginning of the poem. Or not--I think there's a line that mentions something like the sustenance she offers is nothing but thin air after all, or similar. At least I think the words "thin air" are in there describing something, such as what appears to be solid is nothing but thin air after all. I'm determined to remember this. Not sure why." And then another part of the post: "And now that I have thought about it a bit--I realize that the last line of the poem likely is: "She offers no sustenance after all, only a wisp of a wish, a vision, a dream" The words may not be "only a wisp", they may be something else--I can't remember, but they still convey the same idea. EDIT: Nope, that last line is "She offers no sustenance after all, only a glimpse of a wish, a vision , a dream." It just came to me. It's not likely I'll suddenly remember any of the rest of it though--I think I've only remembered that much because the whole poem meant so much to me when I wrote it." The full post can be found at www.elfpath.com/as-kattz-winds-on-down-t...d--t56s30.html#p1110 --anyway--it was just close enough in tone to be kind of deja vu-ish ---and yes-- beautiful poem-- <3

Absolutely beautiful. It's just reminded me that I am allowed to sometimes 'be away with the fairies', like I used to be when I was younger. Now I'm all grown up, I find life as a single working mum a bit tricky and relentless from time to time and I've come to teach myself to keep my feet firmly on the ground.

But you know what? I've just decided I'm allowed to tap into that hidden world again every once in a while

Ohh this is a wonderful story. Yes those dear fairies are everywhere.. all we need do is pay attention.

I think that when we "allow" ourselves to slip into that world of fantasy it is in fact what saves us. It is creativity itself. I know that wnen I think in a "fairy mode" I am so much happier as there are things I hadn't imagined before..."everywhere".

You know, that is really so true--we do need to take the time to visit our imaginations more often--whats the line in the old song?--Magic Carpet Ride-- "fantasy will set you free", I think---we do need to take more time to play. My poem I wrote (many years ago, and I do wish I could find it ^^) was called "Amusement Park", and I wrote it when I thought I was letting reality slip away from me too much--- but without imagination--how can we be creative? Its definitely requisite. ^^