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Purple Dreams In Other Realms - BLT Competition Entry
Purple Dreams In Other Realms - BLT Competition Entry
"My dear fairy, for whom do you wait,
that time patina green your copper hair so it may match that door?”
Though I knew, t’was you, dear friend, for upon your stoop she perched,
Arms a-droop so queenly by folds of her skirt,
Wings aloft as if they might drift off on a ray of sun
Lo, the fairy turned and spoke, though I understood her as I understood a bee
Or the flower it sits upon
But, friend, I thought you might know the tongues of fairies, and so I wrote it down:
Ba-dum ba-dum, ka-chink cha-kook, then a twinkling noise like bells
And I fear I left her standing as I ran toward the well
Her autumn leafly hair and her neatly folded hands
Are things I can recite to you,
But try as I might I cannot say the thing that stuck
Behind my lids and lashes and a-ringing in my ears
As I ran towards the well - a purple flash
“My friend!” I cry to you, who are drawing water
“A-uh, a woman waits upon your stoop — I'll take your bucket; meet her!”
Dazed, you stand and look at me, quite oddly, in the eye
“Meet her! Meet her! Please” I plead
You search my face and take my hand, and worrisome appear
“My dear,” you tell me, cruel, “there is a spell upon your ears!”
I reach my ears and feel no spell but feel it in my eyes
Leaned above the well, I see a violet gleam, and look to you
I say what do I do?, but my mouth cries “Meet her, please!”
Your arm betwixt my hands affix’d, I drag you back
Your arm it rips at steely grip and I cry Feet, please no!
Fumbling in your pocket, you strain against my hand
Withdraw a leaf, pearlescent green, with periwinkle veins,
Begin to whisper in its ear, though since when leafs had ears I do not know
But the leaf, it seems to hear
I watch you see her standing there, at the flagstones of your house
And see the way her dappled wings pull a frown upon your mouth
Her mouth opens, but your fingers faster, and the leaf it zzzip!s away
The point of the leaf meets the tip of her nose and pop!
She is no more
Sore fingers fall from your aching arm,
“Sorry!” I yelp, and mean it, too
A moment slips between us, your look upon my ears
“Friend?” I say, “Who was she, dear?”
Satisfied, you look away
“Purple dreams in other realms, they’ve come to haunt me so”
When stars went up at dusk, you danced, a circle ‘round your house
A stick you drug upon the ground, and sounds fell from your mouth
You did not want her back again, that much I did know, so you danced all night around your house
And the mushrooms, they did grow
Copyright © My Bl | Year Posted 2025
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