Along with reams of short stories, and longer attempts at fiction, I’ve written countless poems over the decades. The bulk were written in my teens and twenties and I literally have folders full of handwritten and typewritten compositions.

I’d been threatening to put a selection into print since the mid-90’s. I remember discussing it with an old girlfriend in ’95 but a number of things always seemed to stop me. Part of that was not really being sure if I wanted to share them with the world, part was never having the time to go through what was amounting to thousands of bits of paper – ranging from typed and formatted finished compositions to hand written stanzas on the back of paper bags, or anything I had at hand when inspiration hit.

A few years ago I finally got round to sorting out a collection and published them under the title “Wild Card Symphonies”. Consisting of three smaller volumes of my work, “Wild Card Symphonies”, “Cry To Me”, and “This Graveyard Heart”, the book totaled just over 120 poems. You can buy a copy (plug plug) through Lulu on one of the links at the bottom of the page if you like what you read and want to have more.

The Faeries Know, which is the first of the poems I’m posting here on the blog, was a favourite of a number of people who’ve read some I’ve previously shared over the years. I wrote it on Christmas Day back in 1990. Hope you enjoy…

The Faeries Know

Portraits on the walls of a secret room

that overlooks the garden,

covered in mist

with lights of faerie glow,

pulled around

old cobblestone paths

painted in the silk

of a spiders thread

that’s what makes it shine,

makes everything shine,

in the sun or in the rain.

How far do you wish

you could go?

You could do,

anything with magic,

the faeries know

that you could become

the little girl you left behind

hiding in the darkness

of an attic

too afraid to move,

too afraid to

call out or cry,

scared of the darkness,

and the thoughts of goblins,

They said rule the night.

Run little girl,

strange little girl,

that the faeries know

will reach the light,

will see their light,

and will one day grow

out of girl,

into beauty.

Unseen beauty.

Strange kind of beauty.

(They only want to love you)

Portraits on the walls

of a secret room

that overlooks the garden,

covered in the mist

with the lights of faerie glow.

(THE FAERIES KNOW, By A R J Abranson, 25-12-90/18:00)

My poetry anthology, Wild Card Symphonies, is available to buy now on Lulu in both Softcover and Dust Jacket Hardcover.

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