Magic and Slippers

Forget-me-nots turn to face your garden stride,

twinkling blue in photosynthesis

endeavouring to match your sunlit eyes.

Eyes which settle on every blossom,

weed and wilted end,

every burst of pansy lilac

every shoot of snapdragon yellow,

and as you smile, the sky mellows,

clouds which roll, slow to a drift

to admire your gifts

with secateurs and seeds,

saplings and climbers.

The lilies and roses blush

in your presence, bowing

to a queen who walks

in pollen dust magic and slippers.

You stop to greet

the fairy upon the slide

red, blue and petite

shaking out her wings,

in the seat of security

and wonder, you’d furnished with her.



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