the world of faeries is hidden in plain view

look for it at twilight

and in erase,
 

near keyhole,

and déjà vu,

in August’s

blinding Spot

and along Occam’s edges,

You will need gardening tools, however,

and barrows (of)

lichen brandy

should be handy, too,

so really, it’s a matter of foresight whether you’ll tempt one suited to your needs…

A faerie on the downlow is nevertheless discernible by characteristic

* round eyes *

all faeries have them

baby blues, greens, and topaz,

they’re wide open

and gleam instead of twinkle,

the difference being a faerie never blinks.

Then, too, there’s an extra something growing somewhere on a faerie’s body

a nail,

a nipple

a finger…

something

and true faeries hum under their breath

at all times

unsung charisma undeniable

unrecordable & unpackageable, too,

there’s no spare potions or lotions to be rendered from faerie dust.

It’s completely insoluble

(the opposite of witches)

even so

beheMoths

flock to a faerie’s fleeting flame

hopelessly pucked, and some kicking and screaming

but the funny thing is

the faerie needs that adulation

to exist.

finally 8’s

figure 8’s

fated 8’s

8’s are crazy bad luck for faeries,

and you’ll always find a few husks near that number.

 ©Karen Robiscoe