Project: Inkwell Poets Society

A cracked sidewalk, flickering streetlights

Small glowing orbs dance in your periphery.

This is not a place where magic is thought to be.

And yet, here it is.

A small globe of light falls from the air,

Landing directly in front of your feet.

Crouching down, you hear a chittering sound.

The light before you brightens and grows.

You are kneeling eye to eye

With what appears to be a fairy.

A winged girl of impossible beauty.

With wings made of stardust.

Sitting on a cracked sidewalk

Under flickering streetlights

You meet a fairy.

She speaks in melodic tones

Asking for a favor, a task for a task.

She seems trustworthy and kind,

But many folks before have seemed that way as well

To trust or not to trust

A question you grapple with all too often.

Eyes of shifting purples and blues

Meet your own steady eyes

She asks again, more pleading

She is hopeful you will help

On a cracked sidewalk, under flickering streetlights

You leave a fairy behind and go home

To a place where magic isn’t found

And doesn’t ask for more

Than you are willing to give.