My
Fairy Child
by Jarmara Black
She
dances in the autumn sun light
her flaxen hair all a glow
her eyes wide and innocent
full of wonder and delight
no sound but laughter passes her lips
no sorrow will you see in her face
no tears but those of joy will flow
her skin is clear like pale moon light
and as soft as an evening breeze
a kiss from her is gentle as the early morning
mist
an embrace from her feels like warm sun upon the
skin
her silvery laughter is like a sweet chattering
stream
clean and clear and pure
Today is a good day for no blight has come her
way
She huddles in the corner hiding in the dark
her flaxen hair all wild and pulled across her
face
her eyes wide with fright confusion and fear
no sound but shrieks and cries will passes her
lips
no joy will you see in her face
no tears but those of rage will flow
her skin is blotched and hot like a raging inferno
a kiss from her is like a bite from an injured
fox
an embrace from her feels like a vice like gripe
of terror
her manic laughter is like white water rapids
fast, furious and wild
Today is a bad day for blight has come her way
Our world confuses my fairy child
our rules she cannot comprehend
one day she will walk back through the veil
back to were she belongs
where she can weave her magic
safe in her fairy world
until then by my side she will stay
and with the power of a mothers love
I will try with all my might
To shield her from her plight.
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My Fairy
Child © Jarmara Black |