A wild flower, caught by the hand,
Dangles beside me. Her feet describe
Fairy patterns as she floats along.
Caught by the breeze;
By a passing train.
She cuddles closer in.
A seat offers warm solace,
From the harsh rays of the sun.
Filtered through grime,
Picks out particles
Glinting in the air. “Fairies!”
Sitting beside me, she reads
Her book. Words spill across her
Lips. Tales of fairies flow in,
Fluttering from tongue to mind,
bounded by cold iron tracks.
Countryside flicks by
Obscured by stunted woods,
And weathered poles,
Is a Fairy knowe . Magic
Bound by sparking wires;
Abandoning their Seelie Court
The fairies fly,
In the fleeting half-a-
Life of the mind’s eye.
A poem written as an exercise for an Open University degree course.
It’s an odd flight of fancy featuring trains, fairies and child’s imagination.