Bluebell woods

Bluebell Wood ShropshireBluebell wood Shropshire by Rob Lodge  used with permisison.jpg

Photograph by Rob Lodge photography- used with permission.

Slip between the trees

Step lightly as you go

Through the shafts of light

Enchantment’s here you know.

Cathedrals aren’t just of stone

Nature forms them too

In a peaceful woodlands

Carpeted in green and blue.

Fairy bells we called them

In childhood long ago

Stepping into the bluebell wood

Keeping our voices low.

A place of enchantment,

Where dreams might come true

Here fairies surely gathered,

They knew its magic too

 

That magic’s never faded

Though now I’m far from home

Imagination calls to mind

The bluebell woods of home.

 

 

 

Author: soniabellhouse

Sonia Bellhouse is a contributor to Writing the Dream, an anthology for published writers produced by Serenity Press in 2016. In 2012she won two major awards in the inaugural Rockingham Short Fiction contest. Sonia's articles and stories are published in various magazines both in Australia and the UK. These include Good reading, Today's Bride, That's Life! and That's Life! Fast Fiction in Australia and Yours, The People's Friend and Best of British in the Uk. Sonia worked as a book reviewer for two years .As an avid reader and writer of multiple genres she facilitated a local book club for eleven years. She reluctantly decided to give it up, to concentrate on her writing. Sonia is a long time member of a writers group, regularly engaging authors to present workshops to the group.. Sonia enjoys catching up with friends, ignoring the ironing in favour of playing with her cat and learning new things. She's taken several online courses with Future Learn and The University of Iowa for both writing and non writing topics.

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