Curtain Call

faerie 19th c

Skipping on eternal breeze,

To never miss a wave.

Drawing up shadows with every single play.


Sleek and silvered shards,

Or crafted wooden canes.

But happiest with ragged sheets of past richer days.


Keeping the world at bay,

Or prying eyes away.

In a lost world maybe there’s another say?


Witness to joy of all first loves,

And the desolation of every loss.

Feeding their life lust from every shade of grey.


Next time you espy,

A lifeless still curtain.

Know that the faerie has long gone away.


Dean Reeves


My Poetry

Ghost Tree

The First Fen Blow

You should look away

I have not woken 

Bottled Love

War end

A lover’s touch


Beauty of her nature 

Fierce Love

The Rat

My Moody Girl

We have met before…

You are….

Looking Up


Stare of the Moon

Holding the thread


Stone cold love

The imps are feasting

I am more than a tree

Wisbech Morning

The bleeding fields of Naseby

I did not cry

We are England

Curtain Call

Do not pity the English

Turning Left

Prosperity of Evil

Bang Up

“The Return of Black Shuck”

“I saw You” by Dean Reeves

“Bring the wind” by Dean Reeves

“I choose” by Dean Reeves

“Forgotten Dancer” by Dean Reeves

“Market Day” by Dean Reeves



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