The Little Isle; An Illustrated Tale of the Realms of Faerie – this magical collaboration is slowly building towards becoming a publication and will feature these words below with the marvellous artwork of New York-based artist and designer Toni DB. For this first edition you will need to content yourselves with my illustrative scribbles which are in here for fun and to help get the process started. Samples of Toni’s illustrations appear at the foot of the blog as an idea of the quality of her work.
The Little Isle

Let Snowdrop Fairy flutter,

A crumbling pixy utter,
Does no one now believe?
No one now believe

Rock troll in mountain melds

Where elf-lore was upheld
No longer real belief
Oh, you who once believed

Bumbling Hobb is sadly gone

Where Titania is frowned upon
Doubters scoff belief
Where doubters scoff belief

The fabled ancients say,

As tall tree people sway,
You no longer believe
No longer believe

Jackie Paper blows

With Samwise to goodness knows
The land of disbelieve
Land of disbelieve

Eritrea altered course

White waves leaping horse
Die as you disbelieve
As you so disbelieve

Will o the wisp will splutter,

Wish Fairy dying stutter,
Death of belief
Death I believe



Dragon-heart, Camelot, clover




Flower-painter, cobbler, prince; all over
In doubt you lost belief
All gone, oh yes, believe


Sleepy hill or hidden meadow


Timeless tower or treasured bower
Forgotten to believe

Too modern to believe


The turn of page, the nod of dream


The whirl of pool, the trickster’s scheme
Are all beyond belief

Belief beyond we leave


Let dandelion fly, or white fluff sail


Let all cream curdle, each story fail
Die without you; disbelieve
You do not now believe


No stones open, no princess dance


A swan is just a swan, a frog will not advance

A foolish past believe

They used to all believe


Go sweep the moon, go skip the primrose


Smash the tooth, the lost morose
Forget all once believed

To dwindle we believe

Dwindle we believe

Dwindle

For those of you still wishing

The fey are all diminishing

No matter how you weave

No matter how you weave

Or does a little glimmer stubborn

Provide a tiny isle to live on

In the way that you perceive?

In the way that you perceive

So still the faerie weave
In the way that you believe
In the way that you believe

Believe
Say, faerie live today
In the way that I believe
In the way that I believe
The way
I believe
Adrian Spendlow



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