Sometimes you need a break from your other writing. I’ve been buried in the past with my MC Jonathan’s exploits in London in first WIP and occupied with Covid statistics in my other WIP so this has been a welcome change. This morning I asked my friends if I should take a walk in our park and then write or just write. The walk won. Along with this picture my imagination took me into another world as you will read below.
The Fairies of Boyce Park feasted this past week
on honeysuckle oh so sweet.
They danced, they twirled, they sang, unfurled
their wings a light with beauty,
as they held a First of Summer Dance.
You might not always see them
for they like to hide away
they disappear as moonlight fades
until another day.
So take a look around you, you may not realize
the broken petals, discarded cups are all that’s left behind.
