As I sit in my old overstuffed armchair
and watch the fire
flames rising
glowing
sparks flying
throughout the room
around me
enclosing me in a circle of diamonds
light shining off them
as if they were fairies
knowing I was in need
of encouragement
feeling my problem
despair
and lifting me on their flight
carrying me to more exultant plains
protecting me
talking to me
giving me their strength
before returning to the fire
wings beating
flames moving
and I realise why
flames dance and sway
and are never still
it is the magic of the fairies
Feb 15, 2011
Feb 15, 2011 at 8:39 PM UTC
As I sit in my old overstuffed armchair
and watch the fire
flames rising
glowing
sparks flying
throughout the room
around me
enclosing me in a circle of diamonds
light shining off them
as if they were fairies
knowing I was in need
of encouragement
feeling my problem
despair
and lifting me on their flight
carrying me to more exultant plains
protecting me
talking to me
giving me their strength
before returning to the fire
wings beating
flames moving
and I realise why
flames dance and sway
and are never still
it is the magic of the fairies
© Jill Vance 2008