Tuesday, April 21, 2015

My Fairy, the Tale (a Poem for Day Twenty of PAD)

The prompt for day twenty is "My (Blank), the (Blank)."

When She Was a Baby


My Fairy, the Tale

My fairy godmother
lost her wings before
I was born. I found her
swinging from the gold
paisley curtains with a handful
of wishes that fell as she lost
her grip. When I looked up
to her, she nodded, said I
could do it on my own.

My fairy godmother
balances herself on
my shoulder, whispers
shivers down my neck
to squash my fears,
said she’s a phantom,
before she sprinkles
determination, spackles
cracks in my self-
confidence, says I
can do it on my own. 



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5 comments:

  1. Love the title, the tale, the creative ways of this poem, Linda!

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    1. Thank you for the wonderful, positive comments, Nurit!

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  2. Love the title, the tale, the creative ways of this poem, Linda!

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  3. Love this sprinkling, spackling wonder!

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    1. Thank you so much, De! Your comments mean a lot. xo

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