{"id":88,"date":"2018-12-03T10:05:24","date_gmt":"2018-12-03T00:05:24","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/robclarke.com.au\/?post_type=jetpack-portfolio&#038;p=88"},"modified":"2018-12-03T14:19:25","modified_gmt":"2018-12-03T04:19:25","slug":"forgotten-fairyland","status":"publish","type":"jetpack-portfolio","link":"https:\/\/robclarke.com.au\/index.php\/portfolio\/forgotten-fairyland\/","title":{"rendered":"Forgotten Fairyland"},"content":{"rendered":"<pre style=\"text-align: center;\">We talk of fairies, nymphs et al.,\r\nBut are they really real at all?\r\nIf so, we would, a path now take,\r\nA fantastic version, of us to make.<\/pre>\n<pre><!--more--><\/pre>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"background-color: transparent;\">Not too bold, not too short,<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"background-color: transparent;\">Not so suave, or brave at heart.<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"background-color: transparent;\">That we could not consider real,<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"background-color: transparent;\">Less of them; us with more appeal.<\/span><\/p>\n<pre style=\"text-align: center;\">To flit from tree or bower,\r\n To sniff sweet nectar, as bee from flower.\r\nTo read the minds of mortals sad,\r\nTo make our merriment, then more glad.<\/pre>\n<pre style=\"text-align: center;\"> Who would then, not be a Puck,\r\n To tamper with poor human luck.\r\n Or perhaps, as some celestial fire, \r\nWould in us, pure dreams inspire.\r\n\r\n How sad, how sad the case of mortal man, \r\nWho would wish, some goblin intervene. \r\nWe, unable, unwilling, own path now lies, \r\nSeen only through unearthly eyes. \r\n\r\nI fear that we would best now leave, \r\nPhantasmic creatures to provide, \r\nA better version, for life\u2019s guide, \r\nWhen they themselves, have much to hide. \r\n\r\nSo Titania, Oberon, and all the rest, \r\nLet\u2019s take the very lot in jest. \r\nAs we, poor mortals make our sorry way, \r\nThrough life, but not in some fantastic play. \r\n\r\nAnd yet, on some sweet, mid-summer night, \r\nMy earth-bound fantasies take flight. \r\nThere you are, to me so real, \r\nSo near to tangible, yet surreal.<\/pre>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>We talk of fairies, nymphs et al., But are they really real at all? 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