Happy is This Islander

Crimson’s Creative Challenge 132

I live on an island, I can’t deny.
And it’s easily bigger than a giant’s eye.
Gigantic trees grow there
Taller than a moss-tree
Easily taller than that by three.
In springtime they sprout
By summer they’re full out
Their feathery fronds
Sheltering all around
But those feathery fronds
Also shelter us from sun
And when they shrivel and dry
The sun is already gone from the sky
But I’m telling you this
The soil of my island home
I’ll gladly kiss

About crispina kemp

Spinner of Asaric and Mythic tales
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16 Responses to Happy is This Islander

  1. Sadje says:

    What a lovely story/ poem


  2. GHLearner says:

    This is great fun. Who is the inhabitant? Snail? Frog? Wood fairy?

    Liked by 2 people

  3. How delightful Cris, I can just picture the wee folk cavorting amongst the forest of feathery fronds. What a great perspective. 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

  4. Dale says:

    What an enchanting island for the wee fairy folk! Wonderfully done! (How the hell did I miss this? Never mind… I shall not fret about it!)

    Liked by 2 people

  5. nancyns384696 says:

    I just read this today, Crispina. It is wonderful! I love this poem.

    Liked by 1 person

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