The Company of Faire Folk rides out! Or walks, flies or (consults notes) swims – as is your preference. And our secondTour of 2020 takes us o the lovely autumnal region of … Autuminum!
“Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness”
(See full poem below!)
The Company of Faire Folk will ride out at 5:00pmSLT, Saturday 25th April, from the Al-Ma’ala Gathering Place on the Drifts of Anamnesis, to explore the Fairelands.
Welcome to a golden Autumn, otherwise known as Fall. Frost may rime the early morning leaves, but warm sunshine bathes the later days. There is time to stop and chat with friends without baking heat or bitter cold. Leaves crunch, crackle and swirl in eddying breezes.
Things to See:
The wide streets allow for easy and casual perusing of the stores and new friends may be found at any corner. Stay a while at the village circle; you might meet the architect as he flies in!
Many diverse folk, two legged, four legged and winged call this place home. What is hidden, is really in plain sight – friendships old and new. Magic that sparks for a few short weeks but warms the heart year through.
Things to Ponder:
Is the village statue and beloved leader or a deity watching over the land? What rites take place at the standing stones and why have some stones been abandoned or moved?
Ode to Autumn by John Keats
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eaves run;
To bend with apples the moss’d cottage-trees,
And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells
With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,
And still more, later flowers for the bees,
Until they think warm days will never cease,
For Summer has o’er-brimm’d their clammy cells.
Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?
Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find
Thee sitting careless on a granary floor,
Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind;
Or on a half-reap’d furrow sound asleep,
Drows’d with the fume of poppies, while thy hook
Spares the next swath and all its twinéd flowers:
And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep
Steady thy laden head across a brook;
Or by a cyder-press, with patient look,
Thou watchest the last oozings hours by hours.
Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they?
Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,—
While barréd clouds bloom the soft-dying day,
And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue;
Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn
Among the river sallows, borne aloft
Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies;
And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn;
Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft
The red-breast whistles from a garden-croft;
And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
Tours leave daily at 5:00pm from the Al-Ma’ala Gathering Place on the Drifts of Anamnesis, to explore the Fairelands.
We encourage people who join the Tours to write about the Fairelands we visit. We would love it if you would share your work by submitting your story or poem! All pieces will be posted online with others inspired by this region. You retain creative ownership of works shared.
In addition, some pieces may be recorded (with your permission) by Fantasy Faire Radio. If you do NOT wish your work broadcast, please let us know on your submission.
Submit your writing by e-mail to email@example.com