A midwife all my working life, I am haunted by how much our mothers do not know about changelings. The first I encountered was at the start of my career. I was about to leave a blue-eyed new-born in the nursery while her mother slept, when I noticed a shimmer, like wings, out of the […]
Tag: Changeling
A Charmless Full Moon
The trees were silent on that windless full-moon night, no charm to guard a newborn, just misty frippery frosting the branches. No bats or owls will fly when faeries clutter up the sky, dancing with souls, adept at stealing human children and avoiding confrontation. Let the moon shine on ‘til morning while I lullaby my […]
Sonnet on the Marriage of my Only Daughter
In the coldness of a November night, When the full moon shone with silvery light, I gave birth to a fairy foundling girl Of violet eyes and finely-spun gold curls. A sea nymph building castles on the shore, A petulant teen trouncing out the door, Tugged at my heart on her first day at school, […]
Of daughters and fairies
After a much needed weekend with my lovely daughter, I have returned from London to a dull, damp Norfolk. I am blogging again and wrote the following poem this morning. Daughter Where is the elfin child, The fairy foundling Of the violet eyes And finely-spun golden curls? She arrived on a November night, Illuminated by […]
writing in north norfolk 