Notes About The Poem
Written February 15, 2025
A Magical Journey Contest
by Constance la France
A Magical Journey
I hold three magic rocks in my hand
Over and over and over I roll them
leaving this reality far behind
Into enchanted mist, I stroll then
How do I know it's magic? Because
a tiny man beckons, as I pause
What's going on? I try hard to think
Then, Tinyman laughs, gives me a wink.
I follow through a tiny green door.
I'm suddenly small, tumbling before
landing amid blossoms' tangled scent
and faeries wondering my intent!
This land has soft, watercolor skies,
heart-shaped clouds, a lavender sunrise
Where faeries dance each night until dawn
then leave faerie circles on each lawn
They're delightful in every way,
I'd like to stay awhile, if I may!
Oh, Raggedy Ann is here, I see
and my old baby doll that could wee.
And my dolls made of paper so light
with lovely clothes to change til alright
And Scarlet O'Hara, with dark curls
and pretend makeup only for girls!
Sometimes recalling childhood brings tears
The fleeting moments of passing years
Memories linger of younger days
before Time and Childhood parted ways.
Childhood is now seen only in dreams
And, faeries have traveled on, it seems
Tinyman now just appears in mists
To remind us magic still exists...
if we believe
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