Saturday Stories and Poems for Children - The Night Fairy

First published in Lightning Bugs, the poetry of Erin Donahoe, 2003

The Night Fairy

by Marcia A. Borell

She wings her way through warm night skies,

Flying in the glow of fireflies.

Cricket music brings her delight,

She adds the songs of birds of night.

Feeling the rhythm in her toes,

Tapping them now on pointe she rose.

The dragonfly begins to twirl,

Pirouettes with the fairy Pearl.

They tango, waltz, and jitterbug,

Sleepy they  share a final hug.

Dancing all night they all need sleep,

Into bed they all slowly creep.

With red rosebuds Pearl made a bed,

as dreams of dancers fill her head.

Night fades and the moon and stars set,

Now sunrise gleams a gold rosette.

Saturday Drabbles, Flash Fiction, Poems, and Illustrations for Children

Poem

Nighttime
by Marcia A. Borell

Amid the trucks and toys your books may lay
Forgotten 'til the end of day.
With rubbing eyes and open yawn you seek
To cuddle and from under blankets peek.

With thumb in mouth and satin edge to cheek
We turn the page while rockers start to creak.
As dragons, knights and castles fill the air
A little finger twirls my hair.

I gently stand to walk across the floor
While ugly monsters vanish out the door.
One final hug in your warm downy bed
Your tiny fingers reach for bunny Fred.

With Fred in hand I stroke your silky hair
Then stretch and yawn and take the tiller's care.
I set the solar sails to guide our flight
A homeward bound we sail through starry night.

Marcia A. Borell
First published in Kid's Visions, 2004

Coyote, Crow, and Star Weaver - Saturday Drabbles, Flash Fiction, and Illustrations for Children

Illustration first published in Spellbound: A Fantasy Magazine for Children Winter 2002 

Coyote, Crow, and Star Weaver

The world was so lovely in the bright sunlight. The birds, insects, and animals loved to feel its warmth on their backs. The sounds they made were clear and bright, joyful in the shimmering sun.

That would change as the sun traveled high above their heads and disappeared behind the mountains. The sounds made by the birds would grow silent, the buzzing of the insects would grow louder, and the sounds made by the animals would sound sad or scary in the cold dark night.

One day coyote saw crow busy at the water's edge. Crow was pecking at sparkling things in the water.

"What are you doing crow?" asked coyote as he tilted his head to one side.

"I am picking out all of the shiny clear stones to make lights for the night sky," crow answered.

Coyote replied, "That is a wonderful idea. But how are you going to get them to stick to the sky?"

Crow stopped and stared at coyote. She ruffled her feathers and turned her head from side to side. She looked up at the sky and wistfully whispered, "I don't know."

"Crow, do not worry," said coyote, "I will walk through the woods and see if I can find a way to help you."

Crow went back to adding clear shiny stones to her pile as coyote walked off into the woods. Coyote looked first for long sticks that would reach the sky. None of them were long enough. He picked up a pinecone and tossed it into the air. It fell back to earth and bounced off his tail. He found a long vine and looped that around a pinecone twirling it and tossing it up in the air. That one got stuck up high in a tree. Coyote sat and scratched his head with his paw. None of his ideas worked.

He got up and started walking again. As he walked down the path he felt something sticky on his nose. It was a web from the weaver. He wiped it from his nose and walked on. Then he saw the weaver leap from a branch catching the wind and flying with it to another tall tree leaving a long sticky thread in her path. She then used it to add more strings to her weaving until she had made a beautiful web.

Coyote asked, "Weaver, could you reach the tail of the sun?"

Web weaver stopped and thought for a bit, "Yes, if the wind was strong, I think I could reach the tail of the sun."

Coyote explained crow's idea about lighting the sky.

The wind was perfect that night. The web weaver climbed to the top of the tallest tree and jumped grabbing the tail of the sun. Back and forth the weaver wove her web as the sun slowly tugged it behind the mountains. Coyote and crow began handing her the shiny stones.

Joyfully they placed the last stone and brought incredible twinkling lights to the night. 

(This flash fiction story (500 words not including title) was written to go with my illustration and is published here for the first time.)