Fairy Wings
FAIRY WINGS
fairy wings, wrought in wispiness
a ticklish fancy, most unbeelike
florid splash of firework colors
work their magic, as they stretch
and yawn awakening expectation.
she circles me like a servant dressing
me in early morning royalty. i feel
a tingle from my toes to each strand
of my coiffured hair. this bond, between
this brownie and i, inseparable. she fills
me with magic and i teach her of man.
this wisdom makes her toes curl up
in laughter, her giggle like a cheery toddler.
she whispers pretty words, that entrance
my mind, like sensate cinnamon and warm
like brandy, telling me of faraway lands
which can only be reached by air.
holding onto the tiny fragile fingers
of a two-winged lullaby, a secret song
accompanied by violins and tinkling
harps of silver and gold. when i fly
you shan't find me, evermore, but
i shall find the elixir of life and serve
my fairy-dolls with hands open wide,
as they build around me the land of dreams.
3/5/2018
Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2018
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