tumult’s
kin
angry.
angry again
soft.
soft-peeled
pare
of rind
I
don’t know what I need to know.
I
don’t need to know what I haven’t learned
I
know what I don’t know.
Dry-eraser
chalks the walls.
bliss. bliss from a far
and
through the windows,
out
past the field
daydream
drifters flutter still
At
ease in the tall grass
giggling. giggling with glee.
being
so close, watching the playful
nature
within the day-to-day gestures
of
adolescent faeries
Well, the Prompt D'verse provided yesterday got me looking through some of my older Fairy Tale/Folk Story pieces I've written and from that, I had the inspiration to write this one, probably due, in part to some kids down the street just enjoying this unbelievable and extremely rare stretch of weather we've had here. A string of 75 degree days in a place that doesn't typically get over 50 for another month or so- That, in itself is something resembling a fairy tale setting. Anyhow, thought I'd write another one.
