P24 A What If

Daily Note

Every day, a photograph, a poem. So I snapped a daytime photo of these two mushrooms because I often wonder if they are tiny worlds with tiny creatures living around and in them. And of course our grandkids knew all about fairies– see the blog post FlashFeb Frame.

So I found a this photo-doodle I’d made earlier this year; I had adjusted the lighting to make it night-time which cast this purple moon-light glow on the grasses, and I doodled on the mushrooms to make them homes for the wee folk. And today I wrote a poem for it, which I’m sure my grandchildren, now adults would enjoy.

After all, if you can believe in a god we can’t see, why not a fairy?

Poetry

A What If

What if
in the other worlds
the small worlds
we never notice
like fungi in the forest—
Are there hidden other folk-
the fairy folk imagined
living in the mushroom stems
with little clothes hung out to dry
after dancing in the evening dew
and little windows glowing yellow
in little neighborhoods
within the lawn
lit by the moon’s light
shining in the gloaming
while we in our nightly routines
settle in and sleep
find a dream we roam in—
perhaps dusted by the wee folk
in their nightly dance along our gardens?

Sheri Edwards
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Poetry/Photography