FAIRY RING

 

Found a fairy in my terracotta pot

Holding pretty,spotted

Red and white fly agaric

Moving among the fragile

Toadstools taller than she

Caught between the

Horrendous heat of day

And moist dampness of night

For some reason

When I shook her hand

I shrunk like Alice

And the pot became a busy land

Of Fairies and music

Flowers and spicy scents

We ate, drank, and danced

Me drunk on dripping honey

Or maybe ‘shrooms?

And suddenly, yawning,

Fell asleep on the shoulder

Of a hunky fey man

When I woke,

Definitely back in my back yard

Alone

Saw my reflection on the

Glass door streaked with algae

Years older than when I left

When climbing into the pot

And I knew

It was true

One hour in Fairyland

Equaled 25 years in reality

How can that be

Once young and free

And now aged…

 

© 2023 Clarissa Simmens (Viata Maja)

IMAGE: Fairy Ring