A poem written years ago I mentioned the other night at my writing group when we were discussing ‘technique’. This poem was dictated pretty much on the fly as a stream of consciousness into my MP3 recorder while walking in the park. The same process produced a number of similar ‘snapshots’, so I really should get back into the habit of carrying my recorder. On the topic of technique, a recorder is much more user-friendly in the wee hours than a notepad and pencil by the side of the bed…
I watched two faeries chase a squirrel.
They laughed as he fled their flying feet.
Stardust swirled around their ankles,
Stirred from the damp grass, sunlight sparkled,
As fragile wings whispered in the warm breeze.
I smiled to their father, Oberon, and he smiled back;
A shared joy watching their shared joy.
It’s a tough gig raising faeries, but not without rewards.
He looked tired, but happy.
The only one not smiling was the squirrel.