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
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.
ReplyDeleteThis is a vivid, lovely fairy tale of a poem. I love the notion of someone having washed the sky.
ReplyDeleteI hadn't know of the dangerous jumping spider. Those golden apples clinched the read.
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Trippy and sublime Chrissa.
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Happy Sunday
much 💛love
I love that you named her "Sycamore" .. each and every fairy deserves a name.
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