Iron Fairies

Iron fairies
Never stoop to worry
At clever inventions
Of thoughts
Coming from up North
to hasten the revival of aloft
shimmer-like words
that shape and betray
the troth
between spiders and gossamers
to yarn
the magic of the moon above
the bounty of the greens in May
the pleasure of the fields to stay
till cobwebs sparkle with dews
and decay…



Art by Helen Flockhart.

She is primarily a teacher of English. Also her mind is lured by goodies like finance, economics, interest rates, the stock market, as she has a hankering for how the money is made. Nevertheless she is a dreamer on a cloud...As dreams cost nothing... In ordinary days she is a word-weaver for everything and everything that breathes. In the best of days she just follows the seasons by means of bike, skis, or roller-skates. She is grateful to all colors of the world and to people who read, smile and drop a line here, or on her email. Contributing author at Sudden Denouement Literary Collective,,, My Trending Stories and Anthology Volume I: Writings from the Sudden Denouement Literary Collective.

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12 comments on “Iron Fairies
  1. grumpytyke says:

    Lovely. The “coming from up North” could be so English as well as Romanian. Love it!

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  2. grumpytyke says:

    So true Iulia. I think that unique sense of humour, the ability to laugh at themselves and the terrible situations they have had to endure (and still do), have been an essential factor in the survival of the Romanian nation and culture. It’s well worth learning a bit of Romanian just for that!

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    • Iulia Halatz says:

      You are so right… Yes, we have had a lot of shortcomings, but we have a powerful ability, the ability to laugh at everything.. To epitomize my country in a few words, the place where you never get bored :). I have gathered that you speak Romanian :). You have my unlimited admiration for this, as it is a very difficult language 🙂


      • grumpytyke says:

        Thank you for your “admiration”. I count myself lucky and it was vital to learn it as my then wife to be didn’t speak a word of English! (no one in the school where we taught did). In fact she deserves the admiration as she went from “My name’s Petronela, I don’t speak English” when she arrived here to, within a year, getting the qualification in English to have ‘Qualified Teacher Status’ and has been teaching high school here ever since. I can speak your language pretty well, and read it with few problems (not Ion Creanga!) but have never cracked writing it correctly; I think I’d need to live in Romania again to do that, perhaps.

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      • Iulia Halatz says:

        You are welcome! 🙂 Well, this is a long term problem in Romanian schools. I myself studied French and English but French was the key language. We had a different English teacher every year, and the textbooks were not reliable. I intended to pursue a career in French till I stumbled upon All irregular French verbs, then I decided English was the best ;). Good for your wife! It is not that easy to master English within the space of one year. I totally understand your “predicament” about Ion Creangă, our merciless professors at university gave us as exam tasks translations from his work.:) I am sending my best to you and your wife!

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  3. Beautiful. I love your poetry 🙂

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“Language is not like the sun,
heating and scorching
but like the moon
keeping secrets
and the arcane magic of the night
throwing stars
in the lilacs’ claws
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