Good Fairies Always Come Through

Written for:  The Sunday Whirl, Wordle #583

Words:  flush, fairy, breath, safe, hiss, raspy, greedy,
        soothed, torn, bluff, yellowing, spill

An out-of-breath fairy,
flushed blush from
winding in and out
of trees, reached
her safe spot, hissed
pink, and felt soothed.
She was glad her
gossamer dress was
not torn.  Raspy-
voiced, greedy hunters
were out to kill.  Frail
though the fairy seems,
she was able to guide
the buffalo until
they reached the bluff,
just as the sun
was spilling yellow
pools of light
into the forest.

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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