Do you know what happens to the teeth of children salvaged by the tooth fairy.
They are carried away in a velvet purse.
A vermilion scarlet purse with golden drawstrings.
And so the story begins.
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The tooth fairy is a tiny soul, but she flies incredibly fast.
She wears a dress of silver and a tiny little diadem.
She sports the wings of a dragonfly.
Diminutive.
Dainty, she's  much too small.
Much to small to be seen, by the unsuspecting naked eye.
Too big to be snatched by passing birds, so now you you know.
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She carries her precious cargo, to the ice floes near the fjords.
And there she is greeted by the ice queen.
Whose name is Matilda.
She has been building a new ice castle, in which her family dwell.
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It isn't finished yet you know.
She cares not what colour your teeth are.
As long, as they're not holey.
Holey teeth let the cold in.
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Chilled wind whistles around her old arthritic neck.
Her kids took over the construction.
The buildings nearly finished.
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The tooth fairy, whose name is Christina.
Dropped of yet another batch.
Sadly the naughty children have not brushed as the should have done.
A batch of broken teeth delivered.
My goodness how Christina shivered.
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She thought she'd ask me to drop you a line.
To remind your children to brush well every time.
Matilda smiled at Christina.
She said" thank you my dear"
"For this winter I may freeze."
So please, please brush your teeth.
You really really should.
She said she'd find it really swell.
Hole less teeth will keep Matilda warm and well.
(c)Livvi

She found a bottle on the shore.
A missive within.
All sealed and dry, for his heart 'twas broke.
Communication from far off shores.
A flagon of glass,
bore his heart.
A ladies man wrote to a lady of note.

"Lady Annabel, I trust this letter finds you well.
My ship of war, she transcends the waves,  
I was moved to write to you a note,
I trembled as I wrote these words,
A covenant to our love,
a declaration,
Sadly I doubt that you will ever see.
Being stolen from thy passion.
Let pen upon paper be writ.
My tumescent heart be broken."

Such grief felt as relieved by his pen,
Into the sea from his almighty ship.
His words forthright tossed.
Unto the stormiest swell.
By the grace of Neptune,
his vessel was caught,
rode the tide of time.

Now 'tis warm upon the summer sands.
An unexpected blessing found,
grounded upon the shore as was said.

A name and address of his lady,
She, for whom the note was meant.
Penned perfection from her beau,
the sailor whose heart so bled.
The spirit of Annabel, the lady so dear.
Found by her Grand-daughter,
The Lady Annabel De Vere.
The first lady Annabel, long since passed away.
Young Lady Annabel, went to out to play.
Regardless.
(C) Livvi

Watch my lips.
Read what they say.
Not the words or syllables.
Listen to the tone I use.
Read the dialect.
Queen's English.
South of the Thames.
Estuary English.
Hear my heart felt feelings be spoke.
The hiss of an irritated snake.
The whisper of a fairy.
Vengeful vocal viking.
Incredible untutored intuition.
Wonderful wordsmith.
Never shuts up.
(c)LIVVI

Somewhere there's a moment.
Left behind in time and space where love was left behind a face.
A face all carved from perfect plastic.
Side effects of love were drastic.
The pain it ripped as knife.
Left behind a lovely wife.
With ******* red as cherries.
Fallen fresh from trees.
******* red as ****** tension.
Brewing hard as pure frustration.
Playing with fire a dangerous act.
Love nothing more than matter of fact.
Broken hearts and daisy chains.
Kisses.
Wishes.
Lust and fun.
All said and done.
Love has reached a setting sun.
A falling star a failing breath.
Moments of passion died a death.
Years ago.
Two or three.
I loved your heart and you killed me.
You tore my heart straight from my chest.
A life without is truly best.
But as a woman I'm confused.
Empty hearted.
Bemused.
Forgot the actual art of love.
Mislaid somewhere upon the path.
I look at lovers and I laugh.
Maybe I'm envious.
Perhaps I'm just oblivious.
(c)LIVVI