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The Enchanted Forest
The enchanted forest- what a sight!
With glorious rays of the dim sun,
Shining through the peaks of the wise old trees.
With massive faces carved in the rough bark, close to the shiny multicolored leaves.
Whisking violet dust from the ground,
A light breeze rippled through my chocolate brown hair,
I closed my eyes and opened my hands,
Then, fluttered them open again, to see what was there.
In my palms there was an attractive small faery,
Her silvery wings so delicate, it would shatter in one simple fold.
Her ivory, pointed chin and rosy cheeks,
Wisps of glistening hair as pure looking as gold.
She made a sound; a kind of titter,
That made all the bluebirds and robins fly away.
It pierced the sky, and revealed a strange critter,
No, it was a tiny dwarf!
Now, this dwarf was stubborn,
As most dwarves may be;
But this one had a touch of kindness,
And began to lead me.
Now, throughout all the excitement,
I forgot I was lost,
So I started to shed tears.
Now, that didn’t help, so the faery began to scold,
So then I did what I was told.
I said farewell to the glittery faery,
But she was already gone- such a hurry!
The dwarf grumbled, so then I followed along,
Only to find myself at a riverside bank,
That stretched out about… a mile long!
The water looked like crystal,
With the frolicking colors swishing around.
Cool water rushing onto my fingers (I couldn’t resist!),
And then I felt it. I looked up- to see the most majestic swan.
With feathers so pearly-white,
And a strangely curved beak, bright Tangerine.
It also had a golden chain… suffocating it.
Oh, what a scene!
I quickly untied the crude golden knot,
I think it took ten minutes, who would know?
But, alas, I untied it; let it slice through the waves,
And then the swan nodded below.
I glanced down, saw nothing.
Then the dwarf gruffly said, “Take a feather!”
I looked at the swan, uncertain.
But it just nodded, not caring whether.
So I pricked one out, cautiously,
And then the swan dipped its long neck in goodbye.
I questioned the dwarf, what to do
And so he reluctantly replied:
“You make a wish, of course.” He scoffed.
And then I looked at him, disbelievingly.
Then I remembered all the magical things that happened,
And so I started to think,
What it should be.
What if… I could fly?
Of course! That’s it.
So I took the feather and closed my eyes.
Then I felt inflation,
A warm, tingling sensation.
That traveled from my head to the tips of my toes.
Then I started to rise, and I felt like I was blooming, like a new rose.
I rose and I rose,
Until the forest and the surroundings around it looked like a map.
I saw two figures, standing side by side,
And so I peered in closer, to see who it was, between the gap.
It was mother! And father.
I leaned in so they could hear my voice.
Then they saw me,
And began to rejoice!
I will never forget the adventures in this mysterious forest,
All the wonders it provided so I could experience and see.
It will always be remembered, in the house I live in, at least,
For I saw a portrait of a faery wink at me!
Copyright © Ida Miller