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by Erin Hogan © 2013


Coffee Shop in Fairyland (illustration and poem) by Erin Hogan

Coffee Shop in Fairyland (illustration and poem) by Erin Hogan

Coffee Shop In Fairyland

There’s a little cafe,
Nestled deep in the wood…
In Fairyland town centre,
Where the coffee is good.

The Gnomes are baristas.
With pointed green hats,
They make a bold latte,
from the milk of a rat.

Snail waiters bring orders,
with a swift-moving glide,
and balance the empties
on their shell and they slide.

The Brownies bake pastries,
and wee berry tarts.
Glazed with bee’s honey,
in the shape of a heart.

Toadstools and mushrooms,
line the old school ruler bar.
A cricket fiddles fae music,
next to his tiny tip jar.

The saucers are buttons
The mugs acorn caps
The plates are lost pennies,
Painted with oven-baked sap.

The teas are spiced herbs,
organic and blessed.
By old witches and wizards
and served with lime zest.

The snail foam is frothy…
Mouse milk mochas…the rage.
Tinged with dark cocoa
and a hint of dried sage.

The coffee shop welcomes
All wee folk and fae,
No shirt, or shoes needed…
Just as long as you pay.

The Sand Man sips hot coco,
The Goblins their brew,
A troll slurps his smoothie,
Made of green clovers and dew.

The Tooth Fairy is perched
on her usual spot,
Nymphs share a scone,
While Elves order a shot.

The vibe is so lively,
Filled with laughter and light
The shop never closes,
It’s open all night!

If you ever smell java
while lost in the woods
It’s the Fairyland coffee shop,
Where the coffee is good.

Erin Hogan © 2013

Rip Van Winkle work-in-progress..


I’ve been wanting to illustrate the legendary character, Rip Van Winkle, by Washington Irving, for many years.  I’ve always felt drawn to this free spirited man that wandered off into the woods, returning 20 years later after falling asleep from “magic potion.”
As with many legends and cautionary tales of fables; I often contemplate the underlying messages and ‘truth.’ How have the iconic characters in such tales shaped our reality today?  Was there really such a man?  Did he suffer from a sleep disorder, inspiring such a sensational tale?  Are the Catskills really home to unexplained “magic”, fae enchantments and ghosts?
My fascination with Rip Van Winkle and his story have captured my imagination.  I hope to portray a unique, get recognizable rendition of this famous sleeping man.