Fellow Faire

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

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While traveling down to Fellow Faire,

where gosslings gape and pigeons stare,

out from the thicket I caught a glare,

as though in waiting one was there.


It seemed he had the flaxen hair

that upon the barley fields doth wear,

and ghostly eyes of beryl waves

that upon the soul its magic claves.


Yet did naught he enter past my way,

but darting like a wounded stray,

tore down the lonley mountainside,

therein the brush to further hide.


How wish I many a times along my quest,

to again behold that handsome guest,

though he evades my wandering skies,

how I long to see his eyes.


Submitted: September 29, 2021

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In the style of English poetry of the Romantic period, would you say?

Wed, September 29th, 2021 8:27am


Yes, I hope so. That's my favorite style. I grew up reading the Romantic and Medieval poets. I've always wanted to master the style. Thanks for reading :)

Wed, September 29th, 2021 6:00am

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