I wrote my poem, The Fairy who Lost his Hat, in response to Sadje’s #Whatdoyousee #281 photo prompt showing a small figure sitting on the railing of a bridge.

The Fairy who Lost his Hat

On a bridge that crossed a great river,
a small fairy sat,
He wore smart clothes
and in particular,
wore,
A jolly, jaunty hat.
The fairy sat still
All by himself,
content;
a solitary elf,
watching passers-by
in wonderment
at the world and the big blue sky.
People walked past in haste
While he just sat still…
They didn’t see him
doff his hat to them,
nor the gust of wind that snatched at will—
and stole it far away…
He watched it fly, and said,
“Hey! Did you see that‽
O blast! It’s robbed my head of my hat.
I am astonished and aghast!”
“O wind, why seize my jaunty titfer?
Thou sneaky blustery thief, so sly!
O wily breeze—
Please tell me, please!
What did you do that fer?”
O gusty breeze, why steal my hat?
Why take it while alone I sat,
alone and still,
gazing in wonderment
at the day.
O foul wind, do tell me—pray,
why show me such ill will,
and take my hat away?
To steal it while alone I sat!
with people walking past in haste—
Unseeing on their way.
Now I sit without my hat,
My bald head bare beneath the sky.
Yet, I sit still, and still I stare,
in wonder as the world goes by
for why I know not where
The hatless fairy scratched his head, and said,
“Now the wind has took my hat,
I wish I had some hair...”
To feel long tresses flow
in a gentle winsome blow…
I wonder where my hat is now.
Floating off downstream…
or somewhere flying high
spinning upward in the air ~
Lesley Scoble, March 2025








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