It’s over! Here’s the very last poem of this year’s One Hundred Days of Poetry. Thanks to everyone who’s been reading these. If you’d like to see and hear these poems performed, check out this online event at the end of July. https://www.tickettailor.com/events/timralphsstoryteller/539642
You have forgotten us. That much is clear
You have a vague idea of beauty, maybe wisdom
Sometimes, there’ll be a quality that blesses
One of your own. You’ll say that one posseses
Elfin charm. And so we know there is
A vestige of the memory of us.
You like to use our name in vain, these days.
We never slaved away to make your toys.
We watch your children though, but not to see
How well behaved they are. We do not care
If they are nice or naughty. We will take
The ones we like the look of, as we please.
You hang no iron horseshoe on your door,
And do not seem to fear us anymore.
Your accidents and ailments you explain
Away with science. Once upon a time
You humans understood who was to blame
And showed respect, but now you have no fear
Of elves. We’re pretty stories that you tell
To comfort children, entertain yourselves.
But are you happier, forgetting who
We are, when after all, we’re with you still?
You can’t escape, no matter what you do
For we are elves, and we remember you.
And one more Niamh-recording for the road!
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