Sunday, 15 April 2012

Knocking on Faerie Door Part 1

The smell of lavender and sweet pea floated in the crisp morning air. My toes, bare to the touch were thrilling to the temptations of the lush grass underfoot. My spirit was soaring as an eagle does on the thermals. Oh what pure joy, to hear those words "you can go out and play".

Why was I so excited? I will tell you why, I spied a tiny little door yesterday, at the base of the old oak tree right here at the bottom of my very own garden. I was just heading towards it when the shrill voice of my nanny came to me "Winnifred!!! dinner!!" well there was simply no way that I would not listen to nanny, she spoke and I listened, simple as that. I'd had to leave it and turned on my heel and raced up to the house.

After my dinner and bath,I'd been taken to bid my parents a good evening before finally being left alone, in my bed with my own thoughts.  As I lay there in my bed with it's whiter than white linen sheets and wearing my starched night gown , my mind was instantly taken back to what I'd seen. I just knew it was a faerie door. It simply had to be !! My mind raced to every eventuality and how I would ingratiate myself with the faerie folk. How with my good manners and breeding, I was sure to find favour with these wondrous creatures, oft spoken of but never seen.

So now here I am carefully stepping along towards that old oak tree, my mind in a spin, my heart racing, my breath short and shallow. I know that just like any other creature these fairies may be easily spooked, so I move forward slowly and steadily, eager but cautious.

Four meters, three meters, two meters, one..... nearly there. I go down on me knees, making sure not to dirty the sky blue silk dress that nanny had carefully lay out on my bed for me. My patent leather shoes and white knee high socks lay carefully placed at the foot of the stairs, for retrieval later. I secretly hope that the faerie folk will approve of my very pretty dress.

I see the door, I was right!! I knew it!! I just knew it!! I stretch out my hand... I can just about reach the little door... just a smidgen closer.... I catch my breath " this could be it!!" I think to myself , dare I be so bold as to think I may be allowed access to their world? dare I be so bold to imagine me frolicking with the faerie folk? dare I.... now I'm inches away I move the blades of grass at the foot of the oak, quietly... slowly.... I realise I have stopped breathing. Too late I have succumbed only to be woken by that shrill sound  "Winnifred!!! dinner!!" I've turned on my heels and I'm racing up the hill towards the house....

Tomorrow I will find out for sure, I just know it's a faerie door, I know it!!!




6 comments:

  1. Great story! I know my children would never let me call them away from a fairy door, but then, I'd probably be the one leading them to it! :)

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    1. Thanks so much for the lovely feedback!!

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  2. Very cute! Captured the curiosity of childhood beautifully.

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    1. Thank you so much Meg, I am so grateful that you took the time to comment :)

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  3. Oh my goodness...that childish sense of wonder and adventure. Brings back so many memories of my own! The sheer, unrestrained imaginiation. Every door is a gateway to a magical world...Wonderful!

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    1. Wow Evermore Evil, such fantastic feedback!! I'm truly humbled, thank you so much.

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