Wednesday, October 15, 2014


If you body is
of "faerie-ism"
oh you must take care
for gracing this cold ground
without wings
has you in
a toxic lair

and so the body pushes,
to be and live
the glue is soft
looks of porcelain
but it easily gives
and is sensitive
to sensory, sounds
and pressure abound

and so the blood flows deeply
through the veins
seen through translucent skin
as the stamina glows
and flows
like art

but withered one can be
if a faerie stuck on earth
without the warmth of the hearth
that is true home
somewhere far away ...

and locked on land we stay
and with faerie dust
we pray

Rose Whitson-Guedes

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