briefing from a brownie.
when you go hunting fairies wear a full-length cloak – please do –
to help contain the over-whelming radiance of you,
and keep things decent when around your bended knees we crowd
lest tiny ones get might get swept in much closer than allowed.
(because some of us is simple, and there’s some of us is proud).
your nwyfre, and your pulses of magnetic energy
can pummel most uncomfortably the pixy trying to see.
and the wild emotive backlash that might happen to us both,
with our poncho wrapped around us, is contained within the cloth.
it keeps us from confusion where we’re blundering like a moth!
the scent of soap, deodorant, repellent and shampoo
is poisonous to some of us, though nice enough for you.
(which would explain, all ye who’ve sought without the proper clothes,
the peg upon that funny little fairy woman’s nose!)
the toxic waste hurts gaia too, so take a break from those.
bright, busy colours dazzle us – we lose our focus fast
when floral skirts and jazzy shirts go whizzing swiftly past.
so make your cloak dark brown or black, deep green, grey, fawn or blue,
but keep away from brighter shades and eschew purple too.
(for purple hath a magic which we can’t explain to you).
the cut should be like manners, don’t exaggerate or flatter,
and while colour should be monochrome, the weave’s another matter,
woven, knitted, sequinned, braided, sculptured, crushed or corded,
be-runed, be-crystalled, decked with gems – the beauty will be lauded.
(we’ll even bless your wands for you, with brownie points awarded!)
the colour should be solid, that’s the least disturbing way
the cloth should hang in gentle folds with just a little sway.
the sleeves should be both long and wide; to them we like to cling
while garlands of enchantment round you laughingly we fling!
(we value you who seek us, and the love and joy you bring!)
the hood should cover all your hair - or wear a scarf or shawl
good management of magic is important for us all
for if we like the way you are - respectful, honest, kind -
we’ll send you home with magic gifts for body, soul and mind,
to help you search in safety, distant fairy lands to find.
when you’re out hunting fairies down upon your hands and knees,
when looking under toadstools and upon the backs of bees,
a-peering through your lenses wrought of common sense and science,
as fairies of an other-world, to offer your alliance -
bear in mind the ones you see are those out hunting giants!