Bluebell Wood Shropshire
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.
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Author: soniabellhouse
Sonia Bellhouse is the author of Fire & Ice, a Scandi-timeslip romance about ice dancing, Norway and Vikings. She is also a contributor to Passages, a short story anthology and a contributor to Writing the Dream, an anthology for published writers both published by Serenity Press. 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. 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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Lovely wistful poem, captures the sense of childhood magic
which never leaves us, thank goodness.
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Thank you I don’t pretend to be a poet and oyur words mean a lot
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