Thinkerbell Theology


For faeries

twilight is the best time. . .

the faire laissez,

the leaching sun,

the less than <

> more than

carniVal

that shades light incandescent.

it’s here faeries firm

salute–

in flutter kick,

patty cake, and

crosstown comic kept a millennium

–and who knew?

who knew?

this is the way faeries present.

how faeries commemorate

final faerie gift

–that is in fact–

the solace

silencing faeries bestow

since faeries

know.

Languages.

–unlike those less germane

Luck.

–less odds, and

Lies

–the letting of them

when discretion is the better

part of valor—

their true grit

pixie dust

.

 .

  .

a comfit

foregoing trend

in (hard candy) rule

the measured metric

of which owls approve

from vane

inconsistent vane–

& crickets, too

who visit homes,

stepping precisely, and

jumping only in faerie’s den

where

power of flight is not forgotten

where

encroaching twilight promises,

where

dusk serves faerie

declining sun

–in verses

–multiverses

unwritten.

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I bring to you an arrow, whole, Use it, or break it, But if you choose to take it --Know-- With it also, I will go. © Karen Robiscoe @1992

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