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Trust me. We'll be surrounded and you'll be
enchanted.
Fairies come out at twilight,
just before I can see.
Iridescent skin, veiny, mica wings.
More legs than is human.
Vibrating.
Yes, it sounds like a swarm
of bugs. But I'm wiser than you.
Keep your eyes closed.
We'll be across the border;
you'll feel it fall across your face.
I'll keep you safe.
I swallow screams for dinner.
I can see fairies in the dark.
Can you trust an owl?
My eyes are closed and in the silence
I see a flash--the brand of the saute pan
Suddenly rimmed by soap as I washed it.
My skin itches and I think about glass
cases full of thin ceramic plates,
designs washed out by white lighting
It used to be shopping malls, then
Wal-mart, then the grocery stores,
thin dishes in piles, pick your icon.
I can hear them. It grows darker!
Time itches beneath my skin
until a breeze scratches it away.
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Should you ever trust an owl? They're lovely and they seem...harmless in the daytime. And yet, they trail rumors of goblins and wisdom and necromancy in their silent shadows. Yes, they can see in what passes for darkness on moonless nights...but they don't seem the type to tell all they see, do they?
Sharing with The Sunday Muse and Poets and Storytellers United. Wishing everyone a good week! :)
-- Chrissa
Yes, sometimes the brilliant ones watch in silence. This really speaks to me in it's caution Chrissa. So much info and perceptions are being thrown at us these days. I love the question in this and the thoughts that correlate with the times are spot on and wonderfully crafted. I hope your weekend brings you more sunflower inspiration and smiles.
ReplyDeleteThis is dense, like entering woods... captivating...💜
ReplyDeleteI love the owls swallowing screams....as they do......and a poem with fairies in it is always a good thing. A lovely read.
ReplyDelete"Yes, it sounds like a swarm
ReplyDeleteof bugs. But I'm wiser than you" -- awesome.
Perhaps they only tell what they feel is important, and in their own owly world don't always consider the difference between an important detail to an owl and an important detail for the human making that trip between Faerie and Walmart.
ReplyDeleteFairies or owl? I am enchanted on the edge of my chair.
ReplyDeleteLuv your mysterious images a very entertaining write. Happy Sunday. Thanks for dropping by my sumie Sunday today
ReplyDeleteMuch💖love
I've always perceived owls as the quiet voice of wisdom in the night hours....a friendly wake-up call. These are owls I haven't met! Great mysterious write!!
ReplyDeleteSo many of your lines will continue to dance in my skull after I'm gone from here--the idea of swallowing screams, time itching under the skin, the power of a breeze... I do love the way your muse sees the world, and the way you share those visions with us.
ReplyDeleteI have had encounters with owls and there has always been a reason for their visitation. On silent wings flutters caution. Owls are filled with mystery just like your fairies. I don't think they tell all that they see but, they give glimpses.
ReplyDeleteThis speaks to me about perception. Love the image of "swallowing screams for dinner."
ReplyDelete"Trust me," says the Owl, Linda Blair-ing its head. "Trust me!"
ReplyDeleteSuch a magical theme amongst Pantry posts this week, what with Robin's mermaid, Joel's other-worldly visitor, and now your fairies! (Personally I would trust an owl if one came to me offering to be my guide.)
ReplyDeleteswallowing screams for dinner...hmmmm...i so want to have that skill but i'm not that strong. great write!
ReplyDeleteNoting Rosemary's comment above it is clearly an escape mechanism for writers in the Covid crisis to visit other worlds where fantasy reigns!
ReplyDeleteI swallow screams for dinner...brilliant! Who wouldn't want this kind of bodyguard?
ReplyDeleteA magical poem, Chrissa, you’ve described fairies so beautifully: ‘Iridescent skin, veiny, mica wings’, and I love the lines:
ReplyDelete‘I swallow screams for dinner.
I can see fairies in the dark’
and
‘Time itches beneath my skin
until a breeze scratches it away.’
A magical poem. :)
ReplyDeleteYes, a truly beautiful, magical poem.
ReplyDeleteThis read sooo good, Chrissa. I traveled with the writer and bird, had a couple of thoughts. I thought of all those poor souls traveling north seeking a better here with us. And your line, "it sounds like a swarm of bugs" would be anticipation of food for the bird. Like a mother looking for food for the kids in no man's land.
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We love owls and would like to see (and hear) many more.
ReplyDeleteVery interesting take on this pic. Just happened to watch Midsummer Night's Dream recently, and I think there is quite a parallel with your fairy-bugs and human busy-ness.
ReplyDeleteThose screams for dinner just make me shiver!
ReplyDeleteI love the owl swallowing screams for dinner. Must be 13 ways to look at an owl!
ReplyDeleteLoving the way you write. I would walk across the border into the woods with you because I trust you can mingle kindly with fairies. I am already friends with the owl.
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