The Fairy on the 12A –
There was a fairy on the 12A today
with white gauzy wings
purple tights and pink wellingtons.
Her magic powers spread
to the lady with the new hip giving her gip,
because she smiled.
Two old women who staggered on the bus,
with heavy bags exchanged cheerful glances.
An old man in a flat cap who had long ago
given up believing in fairies started humming.
A middle aged woman with pearl earrings
stopped tapping her mobile.
A young woman looking out of the window
lost in her own thoughts turned round,
she could see the fairy whispering spells
in her baby brother’s ear,
hear his excited gurgles
spilling over the sides of the buggy,
floating like bubbles along the aisle.
‘Publishing a book of poetry is like dropping a rose petal down the Grand Canyon and waiting for the echo’. (Don Marquis)
Collection available at City Books Hove, Open Art Cafe Rottingdean and from Lulu online.
A modest collection of poems about the complexity of life as the daughter of marionette makers and performers, seaside, art, allotments, eccentricities of life. Poems from a residency in Postman’s Park in the City of London..