Words by Khaetidawne and Brendan Quirk.
The photo was taken in June of 2019. This print was made in March, 2020 on 8” x 10” paper.
See the first post below for the text for this image.
We journeyed o’er footpaths; past fallen trees;
Splashing brooks; little streams;
Peering thru fallen cliff rocks
That seem to make tent walls and ceiling tops.
Climbing rock trails up hills and mountains that wind
Framing beautiful pictures of nature and of Faerie-kind
That pleasure - if you are a Seeker - you surely will find
For we joyed as we passed every inch of our climb.
We passed moss covered stones;
Forest floors covered with leaves and Fae Dust
Such beauty as this we rarely are shown
We heard the Fae singing and we learned how to trust!
At a stop, the Faeries granted sleep and ease -
Were we under a Fae spell or incantation?
We all were happy then and rested
We rose unwearied and glad with elation.
Though, before we left, Rae Anne cried -
Wept over a moss covered stone she’d knelt beside
She photographed it and sobbed for a while,
Then told us, weeping like a child -
“These curious butterflies flew down
They thought they would be eating;
But they stuck fast, tightly bound,
And now they’re forever sleeping.”
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