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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Saying Thank You
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