A Fairy Named Twinkle
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Find here a poem read throughout the ages,
passed down from elders to youngsters below
A mystical rhyme with a fairy tale ending
that maybe is true but we really don’t know
Perhaps just a legend, the town folk all chuckle
as children run off through the forest each night
In hopes they will capture a glimpse of the magic
a small dancing fairy so happy and bright
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A fairy named twinkle, the month of November,
when twilight comes calling in grey flannel hues
As evergreens rest with their branches a’ shimmer
and winter reflects in these cold weather views
While there in a clearing, the fairy she dances
as sparkles go flitting aloft in the air
Her wings all a flutter in snowflakes of glitter,
the woods come alive on this evening to share
The stars in the heavens all mirror her image,
like glimmering sequins in silver and gold
Orbiting gems on a black velvet skyline,
a wonderful gift for the scene to behold
When chipmunks and rabbits and deer start to gather
all wearing a smile at this beauty they see
This fairy named twinkle who spins as she offers
her November dance oh so delicately
The moon shining full sends its beams down around her,
illumines her movements, a soft evening glow
While squirrels with acorns sit up in the treetops,
the best seats they find for this magical show
Then just as it started, so soon it is over,
as footsteps are heard on a path winding through
The fairy named twinkle departs in an instant
as children approach so in hope of a view
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So there now you have it, the poem of Twinkle
her November dance when the evening is new
But is she for real or just imagination
I can’t really say, I’ll leave that up to you
10/22/19
Written for the: November Twinkle Fairy Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Caren Krutsinger
Copyright © Chris Green | Year Posted 2019
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