Fairy Secrets

I adore fairies and often consult with them. They share their secrets with me when I bribe them with chocolate, exotic teas and coffee.

Fairy "secrets? Ahhh I think YOU might know a few. I would LOVE for you to share some.

Within in this lens I share a couple of my poems and encounters with them. Dear little fairies are just waiting for you to listen for their call as well. Don't delay! You are missing a special magic in your life without them.

The IMAGE is of my sculpture, "Bleeding Wings 5"

Fairies live inside our hearts.. when we let them...

Lily is my inner child.

She dances within animated faery pictures

laced with rainbows.

She beacons a light hearted soul

sometimes found in me.

Lily...

that's what I've named her.

I think of her as someone separate

from me

my solace

my pretend

celtic design tattoos of creativity.

We often sit together

sipping tea

seeking magic

faries and mermaids color pages.

We keep leaves in our pockets

and baby roses at our table.

And yet...

my damsel is sometimes in distress

drawings of scorpions

those grim reaper drawings

haunt us both.

Sometimes

I think of her alone

worried

regretting... always

cold

lonely

fearful

growing older

not pretty anymore

abandoned by creativity

ignored

insignificant

inadequate

seeking out, but not finding validation

never measuring up

still struggling despite her efforts to achieve

sitting on the side of the road

with a cup.

Ahh yes my Lily of drama!

Lily is all the things I fear and more.

So that I might have compassion for the Lily 'in me',

I think of Lily...

her fears

and try to cheer her up!

What are friends for?

She does not need to feel so alone

I am here to help her.

I try to remind her,

that yes!

It IS possible to stand inside a rainbow

that leaves on trees

and baby roses

are tokens that she is worthy of my friendship.

And I sing songs to her

with lyrics that say

she is capable

and can overcome the things she frets about.

Oft times we care for others

more than our our own selves

and forget we exist at all.

I try to give Lily an out, a new road

instead of the same road,

that includes sadness

or whatever I feel causes me or Lily to falter.

Thus I refer to Lily a lot in things I write,

animated faery pictures I guess.

Sometimes Lily falls

and I do too

drawings of scorpions

outshine the possibility of angels.

But...

the more I decide to love me back

love Lily

the warmer we both are.

Name your inner child too, humm?

Offer that side of you a name

and then embrace it

step right 'inside' that rainbow.

Aloha from Lily... and me.

ABOUT Kathy Ostman-Magnusen

I paint and sculpt female fantasy art and map fairy tale adventures. I dream of beautiful women on canvas and art of exotic women.

I have illustrated for Hay House Inc.,"Meditations For Women Who Do Too Much" CARDS, taken from Anne Wilson Schaef's book. I also illustrated for Neil Davidson, who was considered for the Pulitzer Prize in feature writing, and several other publications. My paintings are collected worldwide.

Giclee canvas art work, greeting cards and posters are available for sale on my website:

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THE IMAGE is of my sculpture "Bleeding Wings 5"

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Beautiful older women galleries

dear Lily

I found your pictures there.

Fairies illustrations

gothic angel art

kept in a dust covered coffin.

Roses in each whimsical angel pictures hand.

Don't polish the roses unless you plan to keep them

they told me that they don't like being touched

and so I won't.

Clear intent

a line of chalk

gentle yet cumbersome

if you want to go chasing rainbows.

Whats the matter with those bells?

neglected and yet

they continue ringing.

I never wondered why

until we buried the roses.

Pink mountains

invite the tainted noise

bells ring

reminding me roses were once present.

Lily, past the brazen trail

tried to save them

or maybe not.

I guess she was not breathing after all.

I thought I understood her goal.

She used to comb my hair for me

never how I liked it

but still

at least she knew how to weave the colors.

I never thought it was an intrusion

until now of course.

Now that the roses have been drowned.

Dying words

fragrance misunderstood

or maybe missing altogether?

We should never mess with nature

that's what Lily always says.

If I conform will you?

Will you Lily?

If we gather clippings

will you help me?

Have pity on the wounded bird

that is somehow us.

Set flowers on your table

noting the present and the past.

Penetrate the clouds

interrupt the rain

call it a special day.

Oh Lily!

I take so much back.

You shine where I couldn't

it is all a falsehood

those notions we grieved over.

Healing is actually blended

and roses that fell short

surface when sorrow is embraced.

Know that victim

and she will heal you.

I've met my mentor

coaxed from the devil

older

this woman at a gallery

we knew her when we were young.

I stroked that line

savored antics that seemed off limits

held up by all those boundaries

crumbling before our eyes.

Truth be told

it is they

that bells chime for.

Or maybe thats just me that thinks so.

After I find you again Lily

can we make a pact?

Lets assume that mistakes can meet cures

and once paraded above the wet ground

where all those roses lie

we will know

once again

their sorrow is fleeting.

Beautiful older women galleries

dear Lily

I found your pictures there.

Torn and worn

dated

fairies illustrations

gothic angel art

kept in a dust covered coffin.

I pulled them out

still melting

yet hopeful.

I held my breath

or was it yours?

Oh Lily!

There among the leaves

roses awoke once more

in each whimsical angel pictures hand.

by Kathy Ostman-Magnusen

Copyright 2008

IMAGE is of my sculpture "Bleeding Wings 5"

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