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The Fairies
By William Allingham

Up the airy mountain,
Down the rushy glen,
We daren't go a-hunting
For fear of little men;
Wee folk, good folk,
Trooping all together;
Green jacket, red cap,
And white owl's feather!

Down along the rocky shore
Some make their home,
They live on crispy pancakes
Of yellow tide-foam;
Some in the reeds
Of the black mountain-lake,
With frogs for their watchdogs,
All night awake.

High on the hill-top
The old King sits;
He is now so old and grey
He's nigh lost his wits.
With a bridge of white mist
Columbkill he crosses,
On his stately journeys
From Slieveleague to Rosses;
Or going up with the music
On cold starry nights,
To sup with the Queen
Of the gay Northern Lights.

They stole little Bridget
For seven years long;
When she came down again
Her friends were all gone.
They took her lightly back,
Between the night and morrow,
They thought that she was fast asleep,
But she was dead with sorrow.
They have kept her ever since
Deep within the lake,
On a bed of fig-leaves,
Watching till she wake.

By the craggy hillside,
Through the mosses bare,
They have planted thorn trees
For my pleasure, here and there.
Is any man so daring
As dig them up in spite,
He shall find their sharpest thorns
In his bed at night.

Up the airy mountain,
Down the rushy glen,
We daren't go a-hunting
For fear of little men;
Wee folk, good folk,
Trooping all together;
Green jacket, red cap,
And white owl's feather!

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Random Poetry Prompt
Write a poem about the last bit of light to leave the sky at sunset.
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MARCH 2021 CONTEST:

Our March contest is "marching" right along!! Our submissions so far have been fantastic!! I encourage everyone to stop on by and check them out!! Our week 3-4 prompt will be open for submissions tomorrow.  Head on over to our March 2021 contest book for full details.

POEM A WEEK CHALLENGE:

The purpose of this challenge is to simply encourage writing, taking the time, at least once a week, to get a poem from your brain on to paper.  If you would like to participate, the "how to" is below.

We now have our 2021 participant's sticker!! It is hosted on Imgur.  If you are a Poem-a-Week participant I can send you a DM with the link or if you would prefer to have it sent to you directly by email send me a DM and I will get it to you.

HERE IS HOW IT WILL WORK:

1. Anyone that would like to join in needs to use and existing book or create a new book on their profile to post their poems in.

2. Send us a PM with a link to the book you will be using and let us know that you have joined the challenge.

3. We will post the cover of your book in the Chatter as well as here to let others know that you are participating.

4. Send us copies of your poems at least once a month, to post here in this collection.

5. Check the Pub Chatter 7th Edition each week for prompts for the challenge.  The prompts given in the Chatter are only suggestions, you can always write any kind of poem that you like for this challenge.

2021 Poem-a-Week Participants

A Paintbucket of Words by nubivagant_words

Genteel Reveries of an Outrié Poetess by MystresMyna

Petals of a Rose by Alkymarz

A New Leaf by most_bay

Five Drops of Ink by je2suisChris

Woven Threads by enchanting_figments

My One Last Gasp by BillTemple1957

Even As We Speak by MichaelTyger

Please stop by and check out their books, show them some Poets Pub love!

IF I MISSED ANYONE PLEASE LET ME KNOW AND I WILL ADD YOUR NAME TO THE LIST!

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Poem-a-Week Prompt
Week Eleven Prompt
Write a personification poem about a 4-leaf clover.
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MARCH 2021 CHALLENGE:

Our March Challenge is awaiting your submissions.  We have a fun little story prompt for you this month, it involves a leprechaun and a wish...Swing on by and check out our contest book for full details.  We look forward to reading your entries.

Busted Gulch Vol. 15 Update:

Rue didn't sleep the night before, something not settling right with her. She went to Bruce to ask for him to gather information on Sallie. Rue made it clear that no one was to know she hired him. Sheriff Wise instructed his deputy, Tim, to go find out what the deputies from BG knew of land. Sheriff Wise and Deputy Dell were going to join a dinner party.

Thank you MysteriousDryad for another great update!

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Random Poetry Prompt
Write a poem about finding a leprechaun's pot of gold.
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March 2021 Challenge:

The Flash Fiction Forum has posted their new contest, the March Hare Contest.

We are looking for stories to make your readers laugh! There is no limit on how many stories you may send in. Though, we do ask that you have 200 words max.

Please spread the word on this contest and join in yourself!!

A Poetic History of St. Patrick's Day

The clover or shamrock does have strong ties to St. Patrick.  It is said that Patrick liked to teach with parables and metaphors, one such metaphor was the clover.  Patrick likened the three leaves of the cover attached to one stem, to the trinity of God.  The leaves representing God the Father, God the Son and God the Holy Spirit all attached to one stem which represented the three God heads as one being.

The clover or shamrock and the four-leaf clover have always been important symbols in lexicon of Irish history.  Each leaf of the clover is said to represent a different attribute, love, hope and faith.  If you are "lucky" enough to find a four-leaf clover, (there is only a one in 10,000 chance), the fourth leaf represents luck.  Here is a beautiful example of a poem about the shamrock:

Four-Leaf Clover
By Ella Higginson

I know a place where the sun is like gold,
   And the cherry blooms burst with snow,
And down underneath is the loveliest nook,
   Where the four-leaf clovers grow.

One leaf is for hope, and one is for faith,
   And one is for love, you know,
And God put another in for luck—
   If you search, you will find where they grow.

But you must have hope, and you must have faith,
   You must love and be strong – and so—
If you work, if you wait, you will find the place
      Where the four-leaf clovers grow.

Another week has come and gone, time flies and memories are made, thank you all for being a part of the history and timeline of the Poets Pub.  We look forward to making more history with each of you!! I hope everyone has a super-duper, fantastic week ahead!!

Remember to... keep those pens and keyboards flying!!

Cheers from you Mystres of Chatter
MystresMyna

P.S. – Children's Poetry Corner by BB

Write a poem about what it would be like to be a fairy.