The Gift of Magical Music

 The crowd starts out small. Then his music notes hit the park like whispers. Faeries gather, first one by one then two by two. Then finally the ground is filled.

  Little fairies try to catch the music notes that float past them in the air. To them he is a god. Somebody who can  take all their troubles away.
    When Innocent plays, the fairies go into a trance. It is the one magical tune that even brings a twinkle to his dark black eyes and it is the only time you will ever see a dimple on his face.


When the magical song ends he bows his head, not knowing how many faeries love him and could sway to him all day.



   His name is a mystery to the outside world, but if the humans knew who he was it would surely disappoint the magical committee.
   They want to keep him as their own.  As they like to say,  fame isn't everything.

On another night at the Mad Hatter he plays again. Only this time it's darker and secrets are kept hidden. The faeries are dressed in the colors of his songs: red, blue, gold and black. There are little baby fairies tonight. Tonight is the night for the grown folks.
 To laugh, to sing, and even hop up on stage.

He twiddles his thumbs faster and faster on his cello until the room is obscured to him.
  It's almost as if they all have been transported into  his fantasy world.


The music gets louder, and his fingers move quickly.  The fairies aren't in a trance this time. They are  alive and moving so fast the ground shakes.  He is their joy, their pain, and their fun.  The fairies do not stay innocent with this song, their worries turn to smoke and ash.  They breathe. He plays until the  which could be nights or weeks.

     Then the Waning Hour comes, and his fingers finally droop. He finishes, the fairies cheer and fly through the Hidden Door back to the FaerieWorlds Realm. Back to home.
  He however stays, and falls asleep.   He sleeps until The Oracle tells him when he is to play again,  and the Four Winds give him wings to soar through the sky again. His gift of music is truly magical and wonderful. If you listen carefully, you can hear his music Unveiling in the night.


All the words in the blog post today are the titles of songs by Adam Hurst, a Faerieworlds cello player. I first discovered him at Faeriecon East.  He is very talented. His music is intense with beauty and magic. He  truly has the gift of the Fae. Also, Obscura  is the Album in which all of the songs mentioned in this blog post are on. If your interested in his music: http://www.worldcello.com/index.html or come to Faeriecon East or West 2014!

The quote Fame isn't everything is from Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone. 

A Witch with a Twitch

Werewolves howl through the night.
 A cauldron bubbles in a nearby house.
A witch cackles and  an owl hoots.
"So much loot, so little time."
The witch is determined.
Her nose twitches
"It is almost done. And soon all
the candy will be mine."


She cackles louder,
she wants all the candy in the world
too make the best Halloween Brandy.

Suddenly, the bubbles simmer
and the green light glimmers.
Her potion is done.
She is ready for some fun.

She walks near the door,
and grabs her broom.
Where she flies into the darkest, gloomiest night of them all.
Halloween.

The scene is magical and frightful.
She is terrifying. Little kids scream.
All critters that are small and innocent hide.

The witch has found her candy.
Her Brandy will be the best.
She flies back towards the western sky.

When she is home,
she pours the candy in.
At first it smells awful,
like a corpse.

But then it gets better,
so much better, that the witch wants to write a letter.
But wait! She must try it first.

And it is  the best.
It is so good, that she hopes that
she doesn't go into cardiac arrest  with
all the candy and brandy.

So to stop,  she hops back on her
broom,
and flies back into the air.
and cackles at the moon.

Then all the creatures of the night,
follow her glowing light
into her  little cabin
where they party all the night long.
Because at a witch's house,
where a cauldron bubbles,
that is when you know that Halloween is near.


and the scene a spectacular sight to see.

The Mad Hatter's Story and What Made Him Mad

Vampires, Werewolves, and Witches,

  these are the legends of mythical lore. 

The mad hatter once met them when he 

was making tea in Wonderland. 

This is the story of what made him mad and how the unbirthdays became celebrated. 

The vampire wouldn't drink tea, but would rather have blood.

The witch wouldn't eat little hand sandwiches, they had to be a

  foot long sub.

The Werewolf only wanted meat,  which caused the 

mouse to squeak and hide. 

The mad hatter didn't know what to do. Except make tea

and little hand sandwiches. '

The three legends of mythical lore became raging mad.

 The werewolf led them into the Mad hatters hut.

Where everything got ripped, torn, or turned into groosm worms.

The Mad Hatter started to scream "NO. NO. NO."

This my birthday.. he thought, and what a very unbirthday it had been.

So once they left,  the mad hatter was left alone, with his little mouse and his chipped cup.

The place was a wreck. His hair was a mess. He could not do as he used to.

So by the time Alice came,  the whole place was mad. 

He repeated and repeated and told Alice this and that.

Which way to go and which way not.

She became very mad,  and began to cry.

Because you see, she was to follow the white Rabbit who was no where to be scene.

Only this nutter, the Mad Hatter and his Mouse who wanted to serve her tea and blood at the same time.

And after Alice left, 

 The mad hatter sat and stared. 

As if his mind had completely fallen apart..

You see, many things can make a person go mad.  But Alice was not the first person to see the Mad Hatter, and she should not feel guilty about making him go mad.

A witch, a  Werewolf and a Vampire who didn't belong to Wonderland had long ago made him mad. All due by the order of Queen Regina, from the Enchanted Forest.  The Mad Hatter was cursed and stuck at his tea table forever because he lost his magic and was banned from the Enchanted Forest.

A Witchy Tale

Pitch black sky.

With a purple witch.

 On a broomstick,

cackling way up high in the sky

on her broomstick.

Halloween is soon to come she thinks.

Her cauldron has been leaking with

power and rage. 

It's ready, ready for All Hallow's Eve.

and so is she. She leaves her post,

and flies back home.

Where the werewolves howl

until dawn.

Now, Now is good. 

For potion brewing

and making stew. 

So she goes inside to her cauldron.

Where the green light is glowing

and her face shines above it.

Now. Today.  She cannot

wait.

She will suffocate.

She takes a sip,

and lets the goo drip

off her chin..

She transforms and howls with pain.

Because she too is a werewolf. 

And then she runs in the night with her

pack,

and they never lack self-esteem.

Because they are the creatures of the Night.

Maggie Potter and The true story of Professor Binns

There's a special museum in America called The Walters Museum. It is a museum filled of super secret passageways and magical portraits from 55 different centuries of art.


    Our story today starts with visiting Hogwarts student,  Maggie Potter. . .  Though the employees have know idea who she really is, she knows that she is a witch.   She is also a Hufflepuff, and though some may not think she is very bright, she is.  She had studied many times with Hermione Granger (g,  a student who  was known as being "The smartest student in her year," and also Maggie Potter's cousin by marriage, as she was married to Ron Weasley and  Maggie's grandfather was married to Ginny Weasley.

    On her travels, Maggie loved museums.  Hermione had recommended several French Museums such as the National Library in Paris, and  the famous Nicholas Flammel's home.
    As she had some family in America, Maggie discovered The Walters.  It sat in Mount Vernon barely visible to the human eye, it blended in with all the other old buildings. However, when she walked in for the first time she was stunned by the beautiful Italian sculpture court.
         Each corner of the Sculpture court had it's own wing,  full of porcelain art and Russian jewels.  It even had a Chamber of Wonders filled with wonders from William Shakespeare's time.
     Once she took the lift, or the elevator to the third Floor, here is where she learned about the Medieval Witches and Wizards.
     The statues looked as if they would start talking, which they did to the wizards and the witches of course, but got quiet as soon as a Muggle would walk by.

Even though the color was faded, the portrait of Emperor Augustus was fantastic. She had learned quite a bit about him in History of Magic with Professor Binns and in Muggle Studies. She knew that he was the youngest and first emperor of Rome,  and that he pretended to give up his power..

    When Maggie pulled out her Walters map,  she noticed a that Augustus's face was moving and he was talking.

 courtesy of The Walters Museum

"Dear. Dear. How I have fooled them all.. I have actually created a dynasty here,  and will rule the century for ages!"
  Maggie giggled at this,   the Muggles noticed her, and didn't know what she was laughing at.

 She got quiet.. and moved on to another portrait.

 Here is where she discovered the Portrait of a Man, one that Professor Binns always went into detail about in class because the painting was actually one of him in his younger days!
  

 Portrait of a Man with Saint John the Baptist (Hugo Van der Goes) -Courtesy of the Walters Museum

He looked very serious.. of course he was praying. . and had the ever so famous Saint John The Baptist whispering in his ear,
   "My dear son, you will live a great long life, but eventually you will pass on, and then go on to work at Hogwarts School at Witch Craft and Wizardry.  I give you my blessing to this, by that time in  the late 1900s,  it will be okay for you to do such work!"

In a blink of an eye, Professor Binns appeared next to Maggie. Startled,  she  jumped.

"Professor Binns?" She asked.

"Yes, Maggie. This is where I come before our classes start.. when you see come through the chalkboard. Most people think I just come from the  teachers lounge."

"Oh, well why do you come here so often?" Maggie asked.

"I come to see what I to remember being a live,  and to remember that painting belongs not to Henry Walters who bought off of some random junk exhibit,  but to my family. It is sad to see it hanging here, instead of Hogwarts. But, the Minister of Magic of America wants pieces of magical history in America. " Professor Binns said with his head down.

"Oh, dear.  That is sad and happy at the same time, Professor Binns." With   these words,  Professor Binns disappeared again.

Maggie stood in silence for awhile as little kids walked by, security and workers of the museum, some of them even witches and wizards. She could tell this because of their wands peeking out, and how a person would just appear out of nowhere.

American witches and wizards fascinated her because they were always in Muggles clothing, and always had the most updated tools for magic. Yes, they still had some of the old ways like parchment and museums with talking pictures, but most of their magic had become electronic, like spell books on computers or taking classes on video games.

 Wizarding World of  Harry Potter, taken by me.

The American Wizards knew about her grandfather too, Harry Potter.  They even had not one, but two magical parks dedicated to him.  The fascinating thing was the Muggles didn't realize that all the stuff in the parks were real, not just toys.

Like Professor Binns, Maggie Potter believed that her family should have both her Grandfather's Firebolt broom and Grandma Ginny's old wand from school.  But,  Maggie also  loved America as much as she loved Britain.   She loved all forms of magic actually, and being a Hufflepuff didn't stop her from wanting to learn more.  Just like cousin Hermione.

 Courtesy of Harry Potter wikia photos.

~That Being Said,  Maggie Potter became one of the greatest witches of her year at Hogwarts of 2013.~ 
       She studied, worked hard,  and when she got old enough to apparate  she did so back and forth to America to visit the Walters Museum and continued to learn its Muggle style and it's Magical style...

* Harry, Ginny, Potter  Hermione and Ron Weasley  as well as Professor Binns are all of J.K. Rowling's characters.  Along with Professor Binns, History of Magic and Muggles Studies and talking pictures, portkeys and  apparition.  The title "Minster of Magic," also belongs to J.K. Rowling and so  does Hogwarts Witch Craft and Wizardy.*

However, the pictures are taken from the web, and the Wizarding World of Harry Potter picture is mine,  so please do not use  picture for your own use in school projects.

Maggie is also my own character, and her story with Professor Binns came out of my own head.  The Walters is a real place though, and an amazing museum!




  

A little Girl and a Magical Brownie

She heard a noise.
It sounded like a clatter.
She knew it wasn't a latter.
When she looked about,
nothing appeared.

Except for the tiny
eyes that leered at her
from around the corner.

From past experiences, the little
girl learned,
that Mommy and Daddy
wouldn't believe
that there was a tiny brownie.

No, not the kind of chocolate you eat.
But a little creature. With big ears,
and big hands. Who liked to clean,
and loved sweets.

So now  little girl tip-toed out to the kitchen,
where she could find little trinkets.
She first lit a golden candle,
and the brownie followed the light.

It was bright enough that the little girl who was  bigger than a kid, could see the Brownie,
and she spoke softly,

"Here, thank you, I remember what you love."
Quickly the Brownie went up to her, and replied even softer,
"Thank you."

And in a flash the Brownie was gone, and the little girl went to bed.
She knew she was too old, but she also knew that if she could still see magical creatures, then she wouldn't stop believing, no matter how old she got.

The Forgotten Poppy Fairy-Witch of Oz

Everybody knows the story of Dorothy, from the Wizard of Oz.  They also know the story of how The Wicked Witch made Dorothy fall asleep in the field of poppies. What they didn't know, was that there was a fourth witch. She was  a Poppy Fairy-Witch, who looked after the poppy fields and all of the other flowers in Oz.

On the day that Dorothy was asleep,  the little Poppy Fairy-Witch flew about her field. She was saddened by what had happened to Oz, and knew the  Wicked Witch when she was nice.  Oz was still beautiful in its own way, but the poppy fields had turned ugly.  Luckily the sleeping potion didn't effect the Poppy Fairy-Witch ,  so she flew around the fields.

 

She slowly healed each and everyone of the poppies, and even gained  a little bit of help from the Good Witch.  Eventually,  the little poppy fairy discovered Dorothy, the Lion, the Tin man, and the Scarecrow fast asleep in the fields.

The thing that stuck out to her the most, was of course, Dorothy's red ruby slippers. The Poppy Fairy -Witch had heard many tales from the Munchkins of the Ruby Slippers.  Some thought the Ruby Slippers could bring more humans into their world, and others thought the shoes were designed to save Oz.

However, the Poppy Fairy-
Witch didn't find those stories very satisfying.. so she did what any curious little fairy witch would do, and flew up to Dorothy's feet. Which, were  gigantic.

She pulled out her little Poppy Wand, and just tapped the shoes twice.  Dorothy stirred a little, but didn't wake. So, the Poppy Fairy-Witch called into her wand to Glenda, the Good Witch,

"My powers are too little to save her! Please wake her!"

Only moments later, Glenda responded sending out a  few of her bubbles to wake up Dorothy and her friends. As they slowly woke up,  the little Poppy Fairy-Witch started fluttering away, but before she went,
  she whispered

"Dorothy! Keep safe, and your little dog too!" With that she fluttered away, and watched the strange group of creatures walk towards the Wizard of Oz.

It is safe to say, that if the little Poppy-Witch hadn't been there that day, then Oz wouldn't have been saved, and the Wicked Witch would not have melted. So the true message of the story is,  just because some people are little, doesn't mean they can't do great things in the world!

A Day Exploring and Hiking the land of Gotland's Troll and Fairy homes!!

Today was a much slower paced day in Visby Gotland.   

 The Island Gotland!! Our View :)

      My family and I  took a tour of the area we are staying in and  the surroundings.  The land is gorgeous with poppy flowers that make you wish you could leap over them, and tiny little thistle flowers  where one could hope  to spot  a fairy, or  a troll.

The Baltic Sea is also fantastic.  The sunlight shines down on it,  and all day it looks like the sea is sparkling and  the rocks near the shore are homes to seagulls, swans, and possibly some mermaids.. you never know...

Our own backyard is a Fairy Palace in itself,  with many daisies, tree houses, and a birdcage that is actually  a swing!
Swans!!











Fairy Home!


On the rocky beach,  we found  a crab shell,   a fossil that looked like it was part of a horn at one point. A troll horn, that is.

 For the first time I experienced wild swans! They were am
azing,  a mother swan and  a baby swan, just minding their own business.

Inside our cabin is more like the inside of a nature palace.

It has smooth wooden floors,tables, and an outside deck to set on and to enjoy both the sunshine our beautiful Nature filled view.

The favorite room of everybody's seems to be the bathroom. It is an almost old style Downtown Abbey's  bathroom.
It has a beautiful tube,  a shower, and it too has big bay windows that look over the backyard.


Troll home?!





















 Swans!!

 

Gorgeous Poppy Flowers!

 

 

 



Statement for the Artwork Displayed!

Quick Statement/ reminder,

I would like to thank all of the lovely artists out there who have created these wonderful pictures  and displayed them on the web.   I give them full credit for any piece of art work I have used to  make my poems come alive more to my audience! Thank you again, and you inspire me so much!

Sincerely,
   Writer of  the   madhattersportal.blogspot.com.

The Earth Fairy

Some say that you can be only one:

 A Sun  fairy, or a Moon fairy.
  However, there is a tiny fairy who begs
 to differ.

Because on the Summer Solstice,
she felt as though she was both.
It was fantastic, wonderful,
and godlike.


She looked up at the Sun,
then at the Moon and noticed
that both are different objects,
but when separated spread
the Earth with light at different times of the  night and day.

The moon and the Sun and the Earth
 was not a
 Lunar Eclipse,
 but on the 
Summer Solstice
it felt like it was almost one.

The fairy who experienced this fantastic and magical event,
is unknown to most of the fairies.
But for this particular day,
she wants the world to know,
that Earth is amazing.

That it has these precious moments
that make a fairy complete.

That even when you can't feel the sun and the moon,
and the Earth feels as if it is hovering in between,

You know you are safe.
 On Earth,
your home land,
because it protects
and guides you.

So in turn, you should do the same,
the Earth Fairy reminds you,

 

because if  the  Earth disappeared,
then the Sun and the Moon
would too.

Freedom Fairy

She flies about in Freedom.
She lands on top of a flag.
Made of red, blue and white.
She lights up her wings,
and they make those colors shine more.
Of all the tales and legends of  fairies,
she is the legend of American Freedom.
She rides the Eagle across the sky day
and night.

No matter the heat,
no matter the weather,
she is always out.
The Lady Liberty Fairy.
She protects us,
even though we don't know it.
She is always there,
and moving so fast,
that we can only
see her in a blink
of an eye,
on The Fourth of July.

A Mermaid's Hidden Heart

   She wanders about the color blue.
     She hears things that the creatures on land say.
     She swims on,  and ignores.
     There are many myths, legends, and lores about her.
    But she hides,   because she afraid.
  Afraid that those creatures will not understand.
Why she does not walk on land.
She chooses not to.
She prefers a tail, and  scales.
They make her glimmer,
and shine.
She is not like the mean witch,
she is prettier and kinder.
If only, people could see beneath
the sea.
And the rocks and shells, that they think
makes her heart cold and evil.
One day she'll come out,
and tell the world.
But for now, the world
is  not ready. For someone
as beautiful and kind as her,
  A Mermaid.

Spring into Summer

 The springtime blossoms dance.
 They remind me of the way fairies
  move.
Soaring with the wind, and catching '
dandelions. Fairies are magical.
They bring to us a since of hope,
the fairies are not logical.

They are creatures unknown to the human eye.
They lay all day, and play all night.
There season of happiness is coming.
The Magic of Summer.

Why Fairies Fear Metal

Now we know why Fairies scare

  of the mortal metal.

It is frightening and dangerous.

  It causes harm and Hurt.

Lurkers lurk around  their homes,

 planning and planting.

The fairies know that metal causes tragedy.

 If they know, why don't we?

Metal is harm. Nature is better.
We shouldn't be metaling with letters and the lives of others.
Our mothers taught us that God is always with us,  even
 when the metal is dangerous.
The fairies do the best they can.
They protect us, warn us tell us.

So I think we ought to listen,

other wise our metal might create

another non-needed war between Humans.

Let the Lunar sky come across, and another day come.

Let us be in peace, as that is what nature and the fairies wish us to do.

Daises and Rats: A Ron Weasley Short Story

"Hey Fred.. I think it's time we teach our little first year a spell!"
"Good thinking George.. I bet he doesn't know a thing!"


"Hey little bro!"   11 year old Ron Weasley turned to look at his brothers, Fred and George. or The Tricksters as they were known among the  Weasley family.

  "Sighs." This couldn't be good.. The only spells Fred and  George were good at were, well disarming spells.

"Oy! Come on now! We don't have all day before Mum gets back from Diagon Alley!" Fred shouted from outside.

Ron  slowly got up, and sprinted out to where the gnomes were  already laughing at him.. and he could feel his face turn red.

"Alright  Now.  Get that Rat out you carry around like it's an owl!" George  said.

   Ron pulled out his shabby, hand-me down but only friend  Scabbers out of his pocket.

"Alright? You want to know a spell?" Fred said, his eyes beaming.

"Yes." Of course he did, he would have rather learned one from Charlie though,  his Dragon  caretaker brother who was currently in Egypt.

"Alright. Repeat after us. Sunshine Daisies.  Bottom Yellows. Turn this Stupid Fat Rat Yellow!"
They waved their wands,  and a shimmer of light came out but nothing more.

"Sighs."  They told Ron to try it next.
"Sunshine Daisies, mellow, Turn this Stupid Fat Rat Yellow!" With a wave with his wand,  Ron shouted the spell.


Scabbers fled.  Gnomes cheered. and Fred and George walked away howling with laughter.
  "Well. At least at Hogwarts, I can show somebody I can do a little bit of Magic before the rest of my year."   Ron bowed his head and went off looking for Scabbers.

Little did he know, that one spell would become famous among the Muggle World,  and it would help him be friend the most famous wizard of all, Harry Potter on the Hogwarts Express.

The story is mine, but the characters and spell all belong to J.K. Rowling. I also did not photograph or draw any of the pictures in this story.