How I long to slip between the sheaves of grass and climb the gently bobbing stems of flowers.
I know I can widdle away fiddle fangling, and wander there for time-warped hours, searching the jungle of dandelions for a wondrous petal-topped gazing tower.
Racing snails to the top, I burst out in a shining dew shower. Sprinkling the June bugs cheering from the gallery erected near the time-keeping sunflower.
Every moment spent carefree, laughing, and dancing in a miraculous fairy bower is a moment added to your life. Joy is the magical heart healer.
Here you've no need to hide or cower; only friends are found, never foes, or even a grumpy glower.
My companions, a jade luna moth and rolling armored insect I ride astride fully empowered. As we slither through the dust, plucking discarded acorns for cupcake flour. I engage the ants, carrying the load as my heavy manpower.
As I grind nuts, I enjoy the nightly meteor shower. In the morn, as every other, I awake to freshly baked cakes and steaming chickory drink in the light of luminant marigolds and calendula.
When clouds burst, I take an early sunshower and sail home in a boat made of maple leaves, inflating the spider silk sails with melodic lung power.
K.B. Silver
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K.B. Silver
K.B. Silver has poems published in magazine Wishbone Words, and lit journals: Sheepshead Review, New Note Poetry, Twisted Vine, Avant Appa[achia, Plants and Poetry, recordings in Stanza Cannon, and pieces in Wingless Dreamer anthologies.
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Comments (4)
Very nice. I kept thinking of fairy floss and sugar plums - I don't know why. Must be the whole fairy thing.
Such a wonderful and fun journey for a fairy, very vivid and love all the bugs interactions.
That’s wild and wonderful—like stepping into a dream. Makes me want to shrink down and live in that world for a while.
Gorgeous! I got completely swept up by the vivid imagery. The june bugs - the riding the rolly polly, the chicory morning tea. lovely <3