The Fairy Flower

by Mary E. Lowd

March 2, 2021

Her wings askew
Like petals gold
The fairy’s flight
From love withheld
Freezes her

Statue still; statue cold
Yet spring’s delight
Warm sap like blood
Enlivens her

And stillness softens
Coldness yields
Like nymphs of old
No longer fairy
She becomes a flower in the field

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From the book:  Some Words Burn Brightly: An Illuminated Collection of Poetry

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