#DAY 3 #ARTOONSINN NAPOWRIMO
Alice is not my name
But yet, in a Wonderland I lie...
Dreaming of the summers gone by...
Lying down on picnic mats and gazing up at airplanes flying up in the sky oh so high!
I had read about Tinkerbell and the shimmery wings of fairies,
Thinking how thrilling it must be to be able to fly across the starry nights and kaleidoscopic galaxies!
I had read about Wendy, Casper, Peter Pan with great enthrall,
Fairies of Summer, Fairies of Spring,
Ones of Winter and even those of Fall.
Flower fairies, Tree Fairies and fairies of every kind…
Even about witches, the ones who, to Snow-white, Rapunzel, Sleeping Beauty, were unkind.
It was a dreamy world. It was a fairy world.
Every Daisy, Bluebell or Buttercup might have a fairy hiding in them,I was told.
I had come into this world, stardust in my eyes
Clutching at a moonbeam.
I would patiently look up at the sky to see
If Witches fly on brooms on Halloween
Or Santa Claus glides by with his reindeers and team.
Not one to feel down if I don't,
I'd create a fairy story of my own
Their gowns I'd imagine with lace, ribbons, satin and trim
Even tassels, feathers, velvet and sheen
I'd have them all with their messages
Written for me on every page
And in every space between.
I have a Fairy Godmother I liked to think, I have Angels, I have every benevolent entity who can fly seen... and unseen
And now? I still believe in magic...and magic comes to me!
Pic Courtesy: Pixabay
©️ Sangeetha Kamath Prabhu
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