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
.
.
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
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