Fairies In the Eventide
FAIRIES IN THE EVENTIDE
Scented little pillows
filled with little seeds.
A fairy makes quite a fuss,
fingers like dust ~ pulling &
lusting for the aromatherapy.
Like a jeweled mosquito, she won’t let go.
~ I ultimately let her fly ~
Now she’s gained the coveted prize.
“Mmm, ahh,” she says, then sneezes,
flutters away with her lighthearted squeeze.
Pesky little fairies now bother me in the eventide ~
with wings of diamond, emerald, and sapphire.
They twinkle past my eyes, like precious dust,
Bedazzling me, begging me to sew a sachet.
Jealous little gypsies, they are, currying favor,
prodding my gigantic fingers to sew.
I’m quite tired by morning light, and it all seems
an annoying dream, except for lingering stardust.
Kim Rodrigues © 2017
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