27 July 2009

Fable

fairys

Facing facts instead of dreading
gloomy endings swallows me;
I vacillate between the rational
man of steel and he believing
fairies must exist – and if they
do I’m ever left a-wondering.

There are a few with whom I
disagree – by letting panoply
of sages rail against the norm
delight in farce of dawn without
a cincture to contain the lustful
bursting free of brazen light.

Hasn’t yet occurred that what is
right is never more than where
one stands – while being wrong
explains the place you’d rather be;
for me I’m over there complete
with fairy fables at my feet.
© 11 June 2009, I. D. Carswell