The Wizard of Sunspring Marches

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The Wizard of Sunspring Marches

At dawn every solstice day

Took a windcart over the Glassea

And tied on her Cloak of Fae

Her boots sharpened small and cloven

Pricking the lavender shore

And her eyebrows blossomed bluebells

Like the newborn nymphs of yore

She left her windcart, trailing

Unbound tresses of silver weeds

And she floated up the Hills of Fasting

To the Glade Above the Trees

A door within an oak let out

Into a basin mossy green

Both crowning and surrounded

By trunks and chattering leaves

The Wizard of Sunspring Marches

Drank of heady, berry wine

Ate the bread forbidden to mortals

And idled out the solstice time

Only the darting pixies knew her

And they tended to forget

With each stirring of the wind

From one moment to the next

Once the sun wore on, the sprites

Broke into tumbles and shrieks

The dryads’ laughter turned feral

And the Wizard took her leave

Down the oaken stair, the forest path

Down the hillside to the waves

Where beside her burnished windcart

The Green King of Fae did wait

Diaphanous in ferns and gold

He asked sternly whither she came

And the Wizard in her garb of mist

Looked back to the mossy Glade

“No mortal may join our feasts”, he said

But the Wizard, smiling, passed him by

Slipping the Green King’s geas

Her windcart lifted into the skies

Across the Glassea she returned

With magics redolent of fae wine

That strange fancy hidden in her spells

Which made her Sunspring Tower shine

So every solstice she donned her Cloak

Showing bluebells and opal eyes

For, like his pixies, the King would forget

Until she visited another time



Image: Fairy Dell by Alfred Oliver

I wrote the poem above after reading an interesting speech on wizards and witches by the late Terry Pratchett, entitled “Why Gandalf Never Married”

6 thoughts on “The Wizard of Sunspring Marches

  1. I loved this poem; the imagery is great. I especially like the bit about the Fae King diaphanous in ferns.

    I hadn’t read that Terry Pratchett essay before either so the post was a double bonus. Makes me want to go back and read Equal Rites; it’s been so long I can’t remember it!

    1. Thanks, the ferns were actually a last-minute addition 😉 I have long been meaning to read Terry Pratchett, and after reading that essay I think I’ll get one of his books for myself at Christmas!

          1. Oh, I don’t know; I’ve never read any Piers Anthony. He’s very sarcastic, quite satirical. Equal Rites, for instance, is about a wizard passing on his staff in the traditional manner. It goes from him to the seventh son of a seventh son. Only this guy gives it to a seventh son whose seventh son just happens to be a girl… And hijinks ensue!

            I’m wondering now if I should be reading Piers Anthony…

            1. Their styles sound similar from what you say; Piers Anthony’s Xanth books also include elements of satire set in a magical world (which is based on puns and mysteriously shaped like Florida)

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