Join us October 30th, 2021, for the "Fairy Scary Witches & Warlocks Ball" at the Mobtown Ballroom!
Thank you to those who joined us April 9-11, 2021, for our virtual fair. Gathertown's Festival Grounds are still there if you want to take a look around, and we will visit them again in the winter months.
Mission Statement:
The Baltimore Faerie Faire celebrates the wonders of the natural world, and all the beings that inhabit it, real and imaginary. We seek to to heal, inspire, nurture, entertain and serve our Baltimore community by creating Wonder in an urban Faerie Festival. We strive to find balance between the concrete and the dirt, the practical and the fantastic. Promoting creativity in costume, crafts, music, dance, art and attitude, Baltimore Faerie Faire seeks to create a welcoming space for young and old, dreamers and doers, artists and patrons of the arts.
Thank you to those who joined us April 9-11, 2021, for our virtual fair. Gathertown's Festival Grounds are still there if you want to take a look around, and we will visit them again in the winter months.
Mission Statement:
The Baltimore Faerie Faire celebrates the wonders of the natural world, and all the beings that inhabit it, real and imaginary. We seek to to heal, inspire, nurture, entertain and serve our Baltimore community by creating Wonder in an urban Faerie Festival. We strive to find balance between the concrete and the dirt, the practical and the fantastic. Promoting creativity in costume, crafts, music, dance, art and attitude, Baltimore Faerie Faire seeks to create a welcoming space for young and old, dreamers and doers, artists and patrons of the arts.
In the Forest of Steel and Stone
by Emily Crum, the Fairie Bard
In the forest of steel and stone
In the chasing limlight shades of dark and bright
You cannot see us for the glare
But we are there
We are there
In the jungle of tumbledown houses
Where thought and memory roost in the echoing rafters
The gap-toothed windows look empty
But we are there
We are there
In the rushing river of the asphalt street
Among the dancing swirls of a million newspaper mayflies
In the pulsing heartbeat of cars as they swish past
We are there
Oh yes, we are there
In the seemingly empty in-between places
Where concrete covers the earth in a cracked blanket
And broken glass twinkles in the dancing heat haze
We are there, too
We are always there
Waiting
For you
To say hello.
by Emily Crum, the Fairie Bard
In the forest of steel and stone
In the chasing limlight shades of dark and bright
You cannot see us for the glare
But we are there
We are there
In the jungle of tumbledown houses
Where thought and memory roost in the echoing rafters
The gap-toothed windows look empty
But we are there
We are there
In the rushing river of the asphalt street
Among the dancing swirls of a million newspaper mayflies
In the pulsing heartbeat of cars as they swish past
We are there
Oh yes, we are there
In the seemingly empty in-between places
Where concrete covers the earth in a cracked blanket
And broken glass twinkles in the dancing heat haze
We are there, too
We are always there
Waiting
For you
To say hello.
