pic by trent
faeries and fools
like some kinda
gypsy vaudeville act
an array of bohemian elves
and fairy vagabonds
toting rucksacks
and tickle trunks
end up at the gumboot café
as tho they had just
been propelled from
a psychedelic bus and
transported from neverland
rather than the
sunshine coast ferry
and now they are
hitchin up to crystal creek
on mount elphinstone
for the cosmic carnival of
fairies and fools
later in the afternoon
me and my pal me-lissa
and chris the wizard
head to the faeries and fools too
which is a weekend extravaganza
but i opt for daytime only
and leave the carnie dance
nite fest for the rest
a tall quirky troll
wearing elf shoes
that curl at the toes
plays a note
on his harmonica
like he is tuning himself
as we pull up and
he gives a theatrical bow
down to our car
and bellows out
in what i believe
is a mock english accent
and directs our
pot hole jumping car
on down the wayward path
as we drive away
he puts his harmonica
back to his lips
and plays another chord
and we finally park and
pile out like dust bunnies
and head towards the entrance
i spot a silver haired gnome
in a purple velvet ensemble
david the carnie ring master of
the magical festival
of faeries and fools
takes the toll
we hike up the curvy road
in the peaceful woods
and half way up
we spot a pixie
like an apparition
standing on a rock
in the forest
playing a flute
we get to the
main entrance of
the mystical carnival
and gargoyle niko
sporting a dark skirt
is stirring a cauldron
of caffeine beans
like a witch's brew
over a fire
'stimulation for the morning
of the day after'
he tells me
pic by tyson agent of chaos
we are in fairy territory
a milieu of jesters
fairies nymphs pixies and
elves with pointy ears
and many with
fountains of dreads
and faces sparkling
and painted
tattoos and body art
pic by tyson
on body parts
and dressed in layers
of textures
velvet fur suede
leather and feathers
fur collars and boas
and the dusted off
best bits from
the hippy 60's
halter tops bell bottoms
sergeant pepper jackets
there were also pirate boots
robin hoods and
fryer tuck capes
pic by tyson
there was even
a fish swimming in
this fairyland aquarium
pic by tyson
and a couple men in
ill-fitting fetish
and wedding dresses
with strange things
on their heads
like one bearded man
who squeezed himself into
a white prom dress
that stretched over
his hairy chest
and he wore matching
ladies evening gloves
his head was adorned with
a floral colored bouquet
that erupted from his head
like the top of a palm tree
and if you stuck
a pink flamingo
under his arm
he could be part of a
john waters movie
pic by tyson the infinite agent of chaos
there are puppet makers
and painted faces
hoola hoopers
and stilt walkers
pic by melissa hardy
forts and swings
all surrounded by lush forest
like a robin hood
meeting place of kindred spirits
to mingle socialize perform or
be entertained
there was the smell
of delightful organic food
from the outdoor cosmic kitchen
pic by kyrie
and art fashion and wares
being bartered and sold
pic by melissa hardy
there was a fashion show
of raw ripped rugged retro
and stitched back
together textures
a kind of end of the world carnage
salvage the best bits and
have them strewn
back together
partly bohemian pirate
spiritual fairy tale
in mostly muted tones
with a cornucopia of
medusa serpent hair
wrapped in headdresses
of feathers and leather
pic by melissa hardy
as they danced pranced
and stilted about
with branches and roses
in their hands and mouth
between two poles
a beautiful aerial dancer
with pink fairy wings
from 'flying dreams'
was wrapping and weaving
silk ribbons around
her waist legs
ankles and wrists
and twisting herself airborne
into the splitz and trapeze-like
dance movements
a fluid acrobatic tapestry
and she would plunge
head first to the ground
but the strategic
ribbon around her ankle
saved her as she broke
the law of gravity
her act was choreographed
w/beautiful ethereal
fairytale music
pic by melissa hardy
and away from
all this hubbub
past the camp site
the empty sultan tent
awaited the nites
dancing frolicking and debauchery
the dj throbbing tribal
pulse that will permeate
all thru the nite
pic by david
the next day
back at the gumboot again
there is a plethora
of scarey fairies
that were still trickling
and some still tripping
down from the mountain
pic by trent all disheveled + wrinkled
ending up at the café
like a mock headquarters
exhausted after a
nite of mayhem
some with eyes still aglow
others fatigued and forlorn
i walk to the pier
and strewn upon the beach
at roberts creek
were a bunch of party leftovers
dead to the world
like castaways from
a shipwrecked ship
and all of them half
tucked into their
sleeping bags
still in leather velvet
and layers and one
still wearing
his cat in the hat
and dead to the world
at 3 in the afternoon
and next to them
was a large group
of enthusiastic kayakers
pretending they weren't there
and paddling around the
comatose troubadours
like just another day
in roberts creek
i see a young lass
lost little prairie oyster
she had sparkly dreamy eyes
and a sweet smile
and these green
sloppy slipper boots
on her party feet
she hadnt slept
a wink all nite
i asked what
she liked the best
and she said 'the morning'
and i wondered why
cuz that was really
the end of it
and now she was
looking for a friend anyone
or 'a bathtub full of bubbles
by the ocean'
she said
pic by trent
kat kosiancic may 2007
thanks to
the photographers
who have a great eye
for a wicked pic
view more of
tyson the agent of chaos
and thanks to david
the sweet spirit behind
faeries and fools
and the others that
manifest the magic
appropo music:
jorane - film I-III
chris rippin - his life, i'm not the only
bjork - frosti, aurora, harm of will
loreena mckennitt - le serenissima, dante's prayer
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