Pixie Sue and Little Old Me

“The fairy was flying in loops and swirls around her, shedding fairy dust as she went. Throwing it at Wendy. Delighted, the human girl raised her arms up to fully experience what was happening. Delicate golden sparkles floated down and kissed her skin. Where they touched, Wendy felt lighter. Tiny pains she hadn't even realized she felt entirely disappeared, and any weariness vanished. She felt rested, energetic, and- airy.” — Liz Braswell, Straight On Till Morning PIXIE SUE AND LITTLE OLD ME greenery fell on me, spare not the show — a pixie dancing deliriously all aglow wrinkled bark of the wise old oak, tickled pink, his wizened spark — an ageless drink pixie sue in polka dot dress amuses the congress — applause adrift in giggling face-lifts opulent oaks shake their bountiful heads. the verdant snow — a confection of Spring, spreads my leather toes pointed with little bell swings melody of a child’s heart — ring ring ring and i’m lifting, floating, flying freely into cloud high — a tornadic bliss, a kiss from the earth to the sky sue looks up in disbelief, cries — she wants to live life larger, grow in size the leaves twiddle and twirl, crafting a nifty nest, a basket for this panglossian girl — no a boat — a love cruise that sails up to the sky. sue spots her friend, lands on her head, amused a hat for me a strawberry beach for her — the scent unexpected so far out. pixie sue with pointed toes — a waterspout the oaks extend their limbs, as polka dots deliriously fall on them 4/7/2020