Company

Galloping
white horses
riding the waves,
keeping our little yacht
company.

In Their Element

Riding
the wind,
silently soaring, swooping
effortlessly, in their element.
Seagulls.

Downhill

Downhill
at speed
on my bicycle,
the wind behind me.
Elation.

An Elfje Valentine

Heart
of mine
beats so fast,
hoping you’ll be my
Valentine.

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OK — it’s a day late, sorry but I don’t post on Tuesdays!

Elfje Book

Announcing my next book on http://simplyelfje.wordpress.com. I am still trying to contact contributors so please read to the end if you have contributed but not heard from me yet.

Simply Elfje

Simply
Elfje book
of the blog
coming soon. Watch this
space.

© Elizabeth Leaper
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Hello again. I’m back here briefly to tell you about my new project. I am in the process of preparing a book of Elfje poems. This will be both print and e-book and will contain many of my Elfje that have appeared on this blog. There will also be an updated version of the article on how to write Elfje and it is my hope that the book will continue to further awareness of this lovely little form.

There have been so many Elfje on this blog over the years and I can’t possibly include them all; this is why I have chosen to focus on my own ones. However it is my intention to include a selection of Elfje from the contributors to this blog and I have been contacting these people for their…

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Debutantes

Welcome
Spring’s harbingers.
Heads bowed shyly,
white-clad debutantes cluster.
Snowdrops.

One, Two, Three

One,
two, three…
round she goes,
music in her head.
Dancing.

Snow

Snow
at last,
lying stretched like
a pauper’s worn, old
blanket.

Single File

Caught
in headlights,
single file across
the road – three wild
boar.

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On our last day in France during our recent holiday, we were driving at dusk up a road that wound with hairpin bends uphill through woodland when we came to a standstill along with a car coming down the other way as three wild boar trotted across the road. What a surprise – I have never seen wild boar before.

Proof

Book
proof copy
in my hands.
‘The Thirsty Flowers’ becomes
reality.