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To Blue Fields Far Below

 Sharing with The Sunday Muse #228, The Fashionable Twenties. 


A sycamore fairy sits crosslegged in the road
Dragons swim toward smooth hills above the storms
Vines embrace the telephone poles 
Someone washed the blue skies and she knows 
It's time to dare the salty foam
It's time to wade through the eternal fields' folds
And gather golden apples for home. 

Hoping this finds you with space to daydream and a good book in which to wander. Working on turning last week's prompt into a longer piece, as I found myself intrigued by the idea of tea in the garden as combat. Social situations are not my forte. As it's still Spider September, there will be a chihuahua-sized jumping spider that is none too happy about anything but hunting squirrels (that's for you, Mom). 

-- Chrissa

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  1. There is a lovely sense of hope and future days in this my friend! It has such a dreamy feel and it makes me yearn to gather golden apples, hope, and all the wonderful poetry.

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  2. This is a vivid, lovely fairy tale of a poem. I love the notion of someone having washed the sky.

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  3. I hadn't know of the dangerous jumping spider. Those golden apples clinched the read.
    ..

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  4. "to dare the salty foam"
    nice image for the prompt

    Happy Sunday

    much 💛love

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  5. I love that you named her "Sycamore" .. each and every fairy deserves a name.

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