Faeries Popping In the Sink
Faeries were popping in the sink
In the form of bubbles that did not see me
I saw the twinkling and winkling
It looked like it was bubbling
Stopped suddenly when they saw my interest
Come on! I urged them.
I am imaginative, I can take it.
Not one more glitzy movement.
I sensed a gleam from the window.
No reason to see it, an ethereal feeling
Elementals were here for sure
Keeping things entertaining and fun
My muse kicked her feet in the air
She is the first one to sense them
Waking me at three a.m. to join her fun
I pick up a pen and being to write.
Trixie snatched away my pen
and tossed it into the trash.
She likes lavender ink.
An opinionated muse
Who is jealous of faeries.
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