House On Fairy Hill
The "WELCOME" printed footmat is tattered, faded and soiled.
However, movement is present as I enter this realm of fantasy.
What beautiful eerie shadows flutter through this house.
Moving from room to room as if no obstructions are present.
Their glistening trails of glitter are luminous in colors.
When I reach to touch the luring beauty of these elusive images in flight,
they barely brush my hand as their effect falls softly upon them.
I cleanse my soul as I sprinkle this residue of pure on my accepting self.
The magic moment of seeing these lovely creatures in whimsical dance
with their trails of alluring, prestine cascade of dust
has left me with an overwhelming feeling of tremendous ectasy.
Do you believe in fairies?
Contest~Nathan A.~Fairy Dust
Copyright © Maggie Mae Mcafee | Year Posted 2013
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