Fairmaid

I go down to the punt-trench and I beg the water people. Help me, I say. I throw eggs — fresh eggs — in the black water. It was to feed the fairmaids.

The only trouble was that he had to pass a koker, and people said that at night when everyone was asleep and the moon had gone in, the fairmaids came out to sit on the koker to comb their long hair.

Traditionally, fairmaids transform mediocrity into genius. Goodison's female persona presents a facade of hesitancy; she appears to negate her powers: "It is difficult at first, learning to breathe below water / to convert the lungs meant only for inhalation on earth"

Fairmaid is a soft pink flower, very pleasing.

...fairmaids of February, white ladies and Candlemas bells, which surely deserved a hearing.

These February fairmaids, closely linked with ancient church traditions, still grow naturally in profusion at many monastic sites.

Many, many welcomes, February fairmaid!

The low prices which fish have been bringing of late years is a serious matter for those who prosecute the fisheries to look in the face. Has the taste for fairmaids died out with the Italians, or are they being supplied from other countries ?