Friday, March 13, 2009

Plea to a Fairy in Danger

Clip your wings
And you'll be a wood mouse
What will you offer your world
As you nibble on acorns?

Fly, fly!
Transparent beauty
Candle in the storm
Glass castle on the rocks
Leave fairy-dust in your wake
Flitting, elusive
Touch briefly the mundane
So it, remembering, glows in after-light

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