01 Apr, 2015

At the Fairy Ring

01 Apr, 2015

I like to imagine

the carver’s desecration halted

mid-letter —

E  C  \

(was it to be a ‘V’ or a ‘W’?)

by the Fairy Queen herself

outrage propelling her through

the veil to our

dense air.

Swift fury

upending the impudent one

over the mound-ring

to the dank

cow-pied fields
below

carving her own mark

upon one so thoughtless

as this.

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