The Rainbow Fairies
By Bridh Hancock
As I thought that I should die from
Eating what ain’t food for me,
I thought I saw, out through the window,
A rainbow there for me to see.
Now, rainbows bless, with mystic colours,
Evening skies quite magically;
Arching all the way up and over
From here to there — where that may be.
But this was quite another rainbow
Beckoning me to come outside.
How it sparkled in sequined splendor!
I saw Fairies down it slide.
Then they flew up, vanishing skyward —
This as only Fairies might. —
Oh, such beauty! — razzling! dazzling! —
Extra-squisite! What a sight!
The rainbow plonked down in our garden,
Out the back and down the yard,
Awesoming the veggie-patch
Of radish, cabbage (Yuck!) and chard.
I, alone in all the world,
Stopped to stare where, in the mud,
This singularly special, riveting rainbow
Quite transformed our humble spud.
Fairies in twenty different colours
There did spin and dance and sing,
And, having caught my startled attention,
Pointed with finger, toe, and wing
To where grew artichokes, Brussels sprouts,
Caulis and (Blagh! No-thanks!) Broad beans,
Then shouted with the voice of parents,
“Do as you’re told and eat your greens!
Yes, all your veggies and greens!”