Belaine of the Hawthorn Trees is just one of a magnificent collection of figurines reflecting the essence of Fay, that which resides in all woodlands. These faeries are sculpted with love in bronze resin and are based on real faeries as seen by the crafters. The large woodland faeries are the essence of trees and the small faeries represent the blossom and fruit that ensure natures cycle. Each faerie comes with a specially designed Enchanted Faerie Coin and pouch, unique to each faerie, for you to collect!
These beautiful faeries are designed for display indoors on their stands as well as in the garden, where faeries feel most at home! Each faerie therefore comes with a garden spike which when pushed through the hole on the base and into the soil will make it stable.
Cast in bronze resin, Belaine of the Hawthorn Trees is 17" in height (that's over a foot of faerie!), excluding her fabulous wings and base.
Belaine Of The Hawthorn
One still autumn morn,
Whilst sat beneath an old Hawthorn,
I pondered that, which had no answer,
For the choices made throughout my life,
Have caused me naught, but strife…strife.
I thought some more and changed my mind,
As life to me had been quite kind,
Yet still the void and endless doubt,
Voices screaming, clawing out.
Then far within or was it just without?
A voice so calm, to remove all doubt,
“Faeries you cannot decide to see,
T’s they that reveal themselves to thee”
Looking up through branches twisted,
I saw a faerie and she was speaking.
Sitting on the nearest bough,
Her legs were crossed and hair unfurled,
Smiling down, once more she spoke,
In tongues of purest woodland folk.
“Why ponder thus on choices made,
When choices are but light and shade,
You think you thought, but that’s pure folly,
Beliefs choose you, why seem so sorry?
That, to which you would aspire,
Is preordained for you to acquire.”
“The answer always lies within,
A reflection of self is in everything,
It’s not so much of where you seek,
More how you choose and when to peek”.
I’ve said enough for you to see,
That realities dream is within this tree,
And dreamer’s realities reside in thee.”
With that said, Belaine was gone,
As leaves they rustled to Robins’ song.
Alone again with mind hushed still,
A faeries voice in my heart beats still.
To see, to touch and really feel,
Just now my life became too real.
