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    dots Submission Name: My Sister and the Fairiesdots

    Author: Shadowstar13
    Elite Ratio:    4.73 - 191/191/129
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    dotsMy Sister and the Fairiesdots

    We were laughing
    at vicious rabbits and foolish knights
    and thousands of little buglike lights
    when you grabbed my hand
    and said, in that voice you reserved for the fun and the dead,
    "let's go on an adventure."

    We traipsed,
    out of the house
    as twilight touched the trees
    and we ducked under the boughs and the bees
    no birds sang
    and no bats swooped

    "come see my hiding place,"
    you said,
    and i wondered
    what you were hiding.
    we tumbled past the tree i'd never seen
    me full of wonder and you full of spleen
    early summer falling fast fled with us
    to the secret alcove
    a little more than a semicircle of trees
    and plants,
    dandelions growing where they shouldn't be

    and i remembered what you said about the fairies

    "this is so pretty," i said, staring at the not-quite-grove
    and you smiled, "i know"
    "this," i asked, "is where you go
    when you say you're walking?"
    "yeah, here
    or the ditch in the field
    next to the road"

    and i remembered what i thought about the forests

    tumbling like ninjas
    running like leopards
    it didn't matter anymore
    time left us behind
    and like five-year-olds hiding behind no lies
    everything was new to our eyes
    that fresh scent of new fabric and endless summer nights
    everything anything we soared to new heights
    make-believe was make-to-be
    and imagination was half of creation

    that day we revisited
    the concept
    that we create as we spoke
    and as we saw, it became

    and I remembered what you said about the fairies
    and the plates you left out for them:
    white porcelain,
    with flowers and buds still green
    crimson, mostly, and a few pink rose petals
    for variety, you said
    with white mums to top them off;
    peach plastic,
    with leaves and crushed autumn flowers;
    both kinds, with "garden weeds"
    of the yellow and puffy white variety
    (I think about this as I stand in dandelion snow)

    (impromptu photo shoots or fae rituals? who knows.)

    we tumble back
    graceful like gazelles or gorillas, depending on who you ask
    laughing madly
    like the children we were
    like the children we are

    and i remembered what i thought about the forests;
    that i would love to regress into green
    dance in the trees, not care if I was crazy

    and i remembered what they told us about changelings;
    i think that we
    may be,
    such children
    two women-child-things
    not quite here and not quite there.
    and everyone was one one
    yes, everyone was us once
    but the difference is
    we remember.

    and i remember what i told you when we were little,
    that the girls rode off with swords and the boys stayed home with the dollies,
    that the queens and kings plotted equally viciously,
    and that good didn't always win
    but evil always wore the best dress
    and you played tannis and i played sevilla
    but only sometimes.

    and i remember
    i remember

    i remember


    don't ever let this die
    this sorcerer summer
    sorcerer implies
    that we know
    what we're doing.

    don't ever let this child die

    because i remember

    what you said

    about the fairies.

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      You have an awesome style in this, it flows wonderfully and just opens up each image fresh upon the previous ones. I really have to say I enjoyed this immensely.
    | Posted on 2010-05-15 00:00:00 | by Clayman | [ Reply to This ]
      You have a magical way of writimg and transmitting your imagery to the reader, -- this reader anyway. I went along for the ride and enjoyed every moment of it. I could not bear to pick any of it,--- if there are picks, then let someone else do the picking! Thanks for the ride. Cheers Ted.
    I gave it a WOW!
    | Posted on 2010-05-02 00:00:00 | by edcherry | [ Reply to This ]

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