Magnetic Bath
Fifth Cottingley Fairy Photo circa 1920
By Melissa IngoldsbyPublished about a year ago • Updated about a year ago • 1 min read
5th photo of the fairies sunbathing
my breath stuck on my tongue, peanut butter glue
in a bowl that encases the meadow, of wet grass, their wings flutter over the cool air
sunbathing feels like an river leading to an open sea of childhood fear & fantasy
it’s a natural instinct to evade the fear, I try to break the magnetic field
washed over by their deep voices, I break up my thoughts in their sun, so uselessly warm—- I walk my fingers through the shadows of their eyes.
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Comments (4)
My favourite parts were the peanut butter glue and uselessly warm. Loved your poem so much Merly!
Masterfully-written!
I always think fairies have an edge. They can never quite be trusted. I feel that in your poem, that not being quite sure.
That is magical, and maybe a little creepy.