pan out

picture this

bottom of a kitchen garden

unruly patch, a willow hatch

yellowberries, cherries, teasels, thistles

radishes and chive flowers lined up messily

close up in the lush long grass

intro music

a fresh-freckled nose pressed close to the damp dust and rooted shoots

pan out

 a little girl in a short summer’s dress

flat out on her tummy, legs lolling, humming softly

.

she’s busily tucking happy daisies, pansies and violet bells

in and around the loot, snagging pebbles and twigs in the mix

betwixt secret vibrating riggings, a spiralled ring begins to zing

.

scene blurs a bit

you may have to squint 

to see it

a glint of wing

that spins and turns

into a tiny faerie thing

that lands on the girls’ thumb

spritely music begins

our little girl grins

.

pan out

another child strides out from a distant house

dumps a school bag as she crosses the lawn, frowns

as she reaches our peace-filled scene, she willfully

stamps

on the circle and thunder’s felt

she shouts out

‘ as your sister, i know better

i shan’t let you get caught up in this nonsense, ever after

FAERIES DON’T EXIST, you twit !’ 

she shouts it thrice

something melts

perhaps it’s wonderment

.

spell is broke, peace was there but

magic ceases in that spoken moment

faerie-play snaps out of woken memory

faerie-blinks out like dew-dropped reverie

focus in

the creased face of the older sister

and the small girl’s curled in a ball in the iris of her pupil

tight in a ball of older-sister certainty she-who’s

violently opposed to such wicked-wildness

her magic already bound and tamed

in a flash

                        she forgets

                                            she forgets

                                                                god exits

fade to blacks

                                 pan out

pan out

.

not a haiku

.

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NaPoWriMo prompt, day 14

: write a poem that takes the form of the opening scene of the movie of your life. 

https://www.napowrimo.net