Sharing My Mind [rev] Poem by Margaret Alice Second

Sharing My Mind [rev]



Wearing a delicate cobweb around my neck since
I'm the fairy Pea-blossom living in the transparent
leaves interspersed among dark green trees on a
soft, cool day; later a languid promenade will take
place to view the world through enchanted faerie
eyes & contemplate how to be a fairy all day with
glorious noble gestures & delightful faerie smiles

I want to eat fairy food - but what do fairies eat,
nuts & apples & a nice cup of tea to substitute
for nectar and ambrosia, can the tree-house on
a TV show induce ethereal dreams of fairyland
hidden in eldritch forests - and can fairy sandals
with silver glitter help me fly like the messenger
of the gods known for special winged footwear?

My couch decked out in rosy state - the perfect
place for a Fairy Queen and since no-one else is
playing, this fairy first turns into Cinderella to wash
the dishes in soap bubbles, afterwards I become a
Fairy Queen meeting distinguished ambassadors
from a myriad nations followed by another formal
promenade with visitors and my entourage

Through castle gardens with bubbling fountains
where lively water sprites & quiet spirit angels will
entertain until our lively conversations on planned
journeys to exotic places to find the origin of pure
vibrational consciousness, will fire the imagination,
such great escapades for Pea-Blossom - sharing
my mind with Cinderella and the Faerie Queen…

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
[Original Title:

Playing At Being

Delicate spider web around my neck as I'm the fairy
Pea-blossom on this soft, cool day with transparent
leaves interspersed among dark green trees - later
today a languid promenade will take place to look at
the world through enchanted fairy eyes, planning how
to be a fairy all day by practicing enticing fairy smiles

And page through an illustrated book on Israel - this
fairy likes reading & eating fairy food; apples & nuts &
what else, what do fairies eat, can a nice cup of tea
substitute for nectar & ambrosia? Will languishing in
front of tree-house building programmes keep fairy
spirits high - wearing fairy sandals with silver glitter

Couch to be decked out in pink as the perfect place
for a Fairy Queen - since no-one else is playing, the
fairy shall change into Cinderella, wash dishes, then
become a Queen & hold audiences with distinguished
ambassadorial representatives of many nations, stroll
with her entourage through her fairy castle gardens

The spirit angels of shrubs & trees will entertain the
visitors, there will be lively conversation on planned
journeys to exotic dimensions outside a fairy universe
to forge friendships with other beings - some forever
invisible as they exist as vibrational consciousness:
what a great escape for me, Pea-Blossom, sharing

My mind with Cinderella and the Fairy Queen]
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