The Evergreen Fairy


Always dressed in forest green

A crown of winter berries upon her head

Around her neck ice pearls shimmer

Through raven hair weaves silver thread

This was written for Day 3 of “The 12 Days of Winter” writing challenge.  See this page here for more details and a list of prompts.

A Witch’s Work


The Crystal Ball by John William Waterhouse (picture credit: Wikipedia)

When the silence falls about you

When the darkness is complete

When you’re lost and know no other

Knock on my door and take a seat.


Holding hands we’ll light a candle

Cast a charm, a spell, a rite

Draw a card and see a vision

Working magic all through the night


You won’t remember what brought you hither

When day breaks, so bold, so bright

For the Moon has fled with all your worries

And the Sun’s filled your soul with light


candle in the dark

It was the worst night of the year.

It was the best.

A time to remember,

When she spent the year

Trying to forget.


The good times.

The happiness.

The hard times.

The laughs.

Why did it hurt so,

Recalling the past?


“I miss you everyday,”

She whispered,

Tears spilling down her cheek.

“I love you for always.”

A light in the deep.


So she lit all her candles

To guide them all home

So for one night of the year

She would not be alone.


© Sammi Cox, 2016

Excavating the Archives: A Midsummer Mischief

mitchells foldI walked around the stones that were sticking out of the ground like monstrous teeth.  No one else was about.  Not many people knew this place existed; if they did once, they seem to have forgotten it now.  I was alone as I explored the standing stones in the darkness.

It was Midsummer’s Eve, and the moon above was full and bright, bathing both stone and grass in silver light.  As I looked about, I wondered why I came.  It wasn’t to celebrate the solstice or anything like that; I was neither druid nor witch.  I wasn’t a pagan.

Nevertheless, I was here, though I had no reason to be.

I went and sat on the horizontal stone in the centre of the circle.  It looked like it had fallen over eons ago; patches of lichen dappled its surface, the moonlight making it stand out, luminous in the dark.

The air was warm; I wondered if it would rain.  Of course, I would have gone home by then.  I wasn’t planning on staying long, just long enough to…to what?  Perplexed, I wrinkled my brow and rubbed my temples.  At any rate, I would be home before it rained.  I wouldn’t be here much longer.  A few more minutes, and then I would be on my way…

I awoke to the sound of laughter.  As I opened my eyes, something darted between the menhirs in front of me.  I scrambled backwards in fright, only to fall heavily on to the damp grass beside my stone bed.

How I had managed to fall asleep, out here, on an ancient slab of stone, I couldn’t begin to understand.  My mind was dizzy with confusion.

Slowly, I peered up over the edge of the fallen stone at the centre of the circle, and looked about.  I saw nothing.

‘Of course,’ I said to myself, ‘I had imagined it.  Waking up in a strange, unfamiliar place will do that to you.’  I shook my head.  Why was I being so silly when I was usually so sensible?

I quietly laughed at myself in embarrassment.  Didn’t I feel foolish, sitting there on the grass, hiding from some imaginary creature behind a huge lump of stone.  I rolled on to my knees, stiff from sleeping on the hard slab of granite, and made to stand when –

‘Ow!’ I exclaimed, rubbing the back of my head furiously.  A small stone lay on the ground by my feet.

Again I looked about, but saw nothing.  But I heard them, giggling in delicate, high-pitched voices.

‘Excuse me!’ I called out, trying to get their attention.  The laughing suddenly stopped.  ‘Excuse me!’ I called again, only louder this time.

But the stone circle remained silent.  I waited for a few moments, wondering what to do.  Then I marched over to the standing stone from which I guessed the last lot of laughing came.  Just as I reached it, two flashes of sparkly light whooshed past me.

I spun round to see where they went, amazed by what I was seeing.  ‘Come back here!’ I shouted, rather belatedly, but they paid me no heed as they vanished behind one of the stones on the opposite side of the circle.  I tried following them, but when I got too close, they fled to a different stone, laughing as they went.

Eventually, exhausted, I sat back down on the central stone to get my breath back.  What was going on?  My head was spinning as I tried to get a handle on the situation.  The lights flitted past me again, moving back and forth, each time daring to come a little closer to me.  I was starting to feel quite annoyed, but an idea was beginning to form in my mind.

I took off my cardigan, and judging my aim carefully, I threw it, stopping one of the creatures as they moved across the circle.  The other one continued on, leaving the other one to struggle beneath the weight of the garment, huffing and puffing as it did so.

I approached warily.  When I was close enough, I gathered up the edges of the fabric and scooped the creature up.  I had to hold it at arms length, because it was angrily punching and kicking to try and break free.

‘Stop that at once!’ I said, in the most forceful, school-teacher voice I could muster.

‘Let me out!  Let me out!’ the voice cried from within.

‘No, I won’t.  You threw a stone at my head!’ I exclaimed, cross.  ‘Now.  Where is the other one?’  I said, turning round in a circle slowly.  ‘Why don’t you come over here so we can have a little chat?’

‘No, don’t do it!  Don’t do it!’ the voice from inside the cardigan shouted.

‘Be quiet!’ I snapped.  ‘I am not going to hurt either of you.  I am nice and kind and gentle, and nothing like you two, who were more than happy to throw a sharp stone at the back of my head and laugh about it, knowing that you had hurt me.’

The bundle went limp.  The circle was very quiet.  I let the stillness continue for a few minutes longer, before simply saying, ‘I just want to know what is going on.’

‘Will you let my brother go?’ a quiet voice whispered from behind the central stone.  I could see the sparkly light coming from the other creature as it peered around its side.

‘Of course, I will.  But first tell me what is going on.’

‘How do I know I can trust you?’ came the little voice.

‘I give you my word.’

‘How about you let my brother go and then we tell you?’

‘How do I know that you both won’t just disappear into the ether?’

‘You don’t trust us any more than we trust you, it seems.’

‘You threw a stone at my head – I have every right not to trust you.  Now start explaining.’

‘It’s Midsummer’s Eve.’

‘I know.’

‘Then why ask.’

‘I asked for an explanation.  That wasn’t one.’

‘Yes it was.  It’s Midsummer’s Eve.’

‘And?  There must be more to say.’

‘We’re fairies.  It’s Midsummer’s Eve.  There isn’t anything more to say.’

‘Fairies!’ I exclaimed, feeling even more confused.

‘Yes, fairies.  Haven’t you ever seen a fairy before?’

‘Of course, I haven’t,’ I snapped before taking a big deep breath in steady myself.  Fairies.  Fairies.

All of a sudden there was a flash of light.  I fell to the floor, dropping my cardigan and what it contained.  Instinctively, my hands flew in front of my face, to protect my eyes from the brightness.

When I opened them again, I was all alone and the stone circle was silent.  Gingerly touching the back of my head, I felt a rather large bump forming.

Something had happened to me that night at the small stone circle, though I wasn’t sure exactly what.  After all, I had taken a knock to the head, and the only explanation I had for it was the mischief of fairies.  Who was going to believe that?

The Green Lady

treeI am ever so excited to announce that one of my pieces of flash fiction has been posted on The Three Drops From A Cauldron webzine over the past few days.

The story is called The Green Lady (apt for sharing this news at Beltane, eh? 🙂 ), and it tells the tale of a Green Lady through the spring and summer on her quest to find her Green Man somewhere in the Wildwood.

The story can be read here:

The Green Lady by Sammi Cox

Also, if you have a minute, check out the other pieces of flash fiction and poetry on the site, which is crammed full with talented writers and beautiful writing.

The Song of the Wild Woman

Here’s an extract from a poem I’ve been working on…

Mitchells Fold

I am a wild woman
Untamed and free
Free to laugh and sing
To dance beneath the night sky
To sleep in the silver light of the moon


I am a wild woman
Untamed and free
Free to speak my heart
To sway beneath oaken boughs
To sit in the golden light of the sun


I am a wild woman
Untamed and free
A child of the earth and stars
Born of rivers and mountains
Daughter of valleys and forests


I am a wild woman
Untamed and free
She who wears her hair loose
Or braids it into knots
The warrior and the witch


I am a wild woman
Untamed and free
The shade and the shadow
The rain and the rainbow
The day and the night

As I mentioned at the top of this post, this is only an extract.  There are many more verses to go…but I think there are probably too many to post the whole poem here. 🙂

Wishing you all a great weekend and the Brightest of Blessings!

The Lord and Lady of Spring

sweet violets

The Maiden kisses his lips, soft and gentle, and he stirs.  Slowly his bones awaken, and young shoots and verdant buds begin to clothe his bark frame, stiff from winter’s deep sleep.  But not for long, now that his young wife has returned to him and roused him from slumber.

Soon, the Green Man, like the earth he rules, will be fully dressed and bursting with energy once more.  And husband and wife, King and Queen, Lord and Lady, will take to the Wildwood, walking its many tracks and trails, many only known to them.  And then, when they lay down to sleep on beds of sweet violets, in their palace made of trees, carpeted with ivy,  they make plans for the coming season…

Inspired By The Moon

moon november


An orb of silver

Hanging from a ceiling of stars

Illuminating the jet-black sky

With lunar light

As it chases away

Midnight’s shadow


The weather has turned cold here, but with the lack of cloud cover comes the opportunity to take some great pictures of the moon – one of my favourite sources of inspiration (if you have yet to guess it!)  The above photo was taken this evening, and the little poem (if you can call it that, such as it is 😀 ) was written outside in the cold, by lunar light.

Here are some other moon-inspired pieces you might have missed hereabouts:

If you check any of them out and enjoy them, please let me know.

All there is left for me to do is ask if you have had a good weekend.  I hope so.

Stay warm everyone and bright blessings for the week ahead 🙂


In the darkness of a moonless night…

moonless night

In the darkness of a moonless night

I am at the mercy of the elements

Four voices proclaiming from the shadows

Where their dominance is to be found


Earth, it whispers of the strength of stone and soil

Binding one to the magic of healing and growth

Air, it speaks of the power of dreams

Clear thinking and clarity cutting through to truth and reason

Fire crackles and burns with passion and fury

Giving birth to the energy of creation and destruction

Water splashes to the tune of the spirit

Ebbing and flowing under the influence of emotions


Four voices striving to be heard

Trying to bend those who can hear them to their will, and

In the darkness of a moonless night

I am at the mercy of the elements