In a wood thick with wild flowers and fern
I first saw you
Hidden inside a caterpillar skin
wriggling to get out
I watched as you twisted free
from your pupa
unfolding your wonderfully coloured cape
as the wind picked you up
and carries you
from flower to flower
nectar still dripping from you tongue
The wind rose again
as you perched on the branch
of an Alder tree
I watched as you slipped out of your cape
slid down the trunk to dance
on a fairy ring
I’m sure you smiled
at me
as you ran home down your fairy path
I've been back many times
I do believe in fairies
Aug 1, 2015
Aug 1, 2015 at 8:05 AM UTC
In a wood thick with wild flowers and fern
I first saw you
Hidden inside a caterpillar skin
wriggling to get out
I watched as you twisted free
from your pupa
unfolding your wonderfully coloured cape
as the wind picked you up
and carries you
from flower to flower
nectar still dripping from you tongue
The wind rose again
as you perched on the branch
of an Alder tree
I watched as you slipped out of your cape
slid down the trunk to dance
on a fairy ring
I’m sure you smiled
at me
as you ran home down your fairy path
I've been back many times
I do believe in fairies
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