{"id":469,"date":"2025-10-22T12:49:22","date_gmt":"2025-10-22T17:49:22","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/dreaminginplot.com\/MainBlog\/?p=469"},"modified":"2025-10-22T12:49:22","modified_gmt":"2025-10-22T17:49:22","slug":"fairy-lover","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/dreaminginplot.com\/MainBlog\/2025\/10\/22\/fairy-lover\/","title":{"rendered":"Fairy Lover"},"content":{"rendered":"

The immortal grief over mortal love. From the same world as yesterday\u2019s actually.<\/em><\/p>\n

A flower grows by the old linden tree
\nQuiet and lovely, though subtle to see.
\nThe standing stones their vigil keep
\nAnd every year he comes to weep.<\/p>\n

Not at her grave, which he cannot reach
\nBut by the linden and neighboring beech
\nThere they stood, long years ago
\nAnd spoke their vows where God would know.<\/p>\n

And as the years passed away
\nThey would meet at break of day.
\nTheir sons grew bold, strong and true
\nThough little they their father knew.<\/p>\n

Still he came often as he could
\nTo that linden in the wood.
\nAnd when her death came at last
\nStill he comes to mourn the past.<\/p>\n

There he leaves small gifts to find
\nAs his sons grew older with time.
\nHis grandsons round the linden play
\nAnd carry his boons as they may.<\/p>\n

Each year he comes her death to mourn
\nAnd watch his line in strength reborn.
\nPerhaps one day, when worlds draw near
\nHe will join them year on year.<\/p>\n

Fairy Lover<\/em> copyright \u00a9 Heather Strickler 2025 all rights reserved<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

The immortal grief over mortal love. From the same world as yesterday\u2019s actually. A flower grows by the old linden tree Quiet and lovely, though subtle to see. The standing stones their vigil keep And every year he comes to weep. Not at her grave, which he cannot reach But by the linden and neighboring… Read More Fairy Lover<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":470,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":true,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[14,13],"tags":[27,26,24,29,20,17,25],"class_list":["post-469","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-poetry","category-writing","tag-chiaroscuro","tag-duty","tag-fairies","tag-family","tag-mood","tag-story","tag-wonder"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/dreaminginplot.com\/MainBlog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/10\/Fairy-Lover.jpg?fit=600%2C600","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/parUcj-7z","jetpack-related-posts":[{"id":436,"url":"http:\/\/dreaminginplot.com\/MainBlog\/2025\/09\/01\/the-ash-remembers\/","url_meta":{"origin":469,"position":0},"title":"The Ash Remembers","author":"Heather","date":"September 1, 2025","format":false,"excerpt":"A little something for you to enjoy The ash tree remembers what the oak forgets As time wends on and memory frets. 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