Not to be Missed
Once in a while I
fold back that vanity of solo-dreams
and enter behind
your fantasy where hangs concealed
a land of angelic
enchantment that teaches addiction
to unseen attraction
and anticipate rapture
in learning about real fairy contact.
I seek Flora's cloud and ask
her to show me her dance.
Ethereal music embroiders her glance,
and as I leave sight
of earth-bound views unlock tuneful
paths to entrancing
Togetherland that, angel-hued, sways
its gossamer hold
with beckoning hands and who favours
inviting a mystical duo.
Waltzing with angels
is high on the list for poets who fancy
time spent with muses
so not to be missed is the first chance
to step on Fey's floor
to take her dance-offer as magic occurs
when bliss heightens
the urge to write and make of words
something delightful.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
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LOL been there, done that... got a return ticket too.... meanwhile.... shall we dance.
Yes i love it when my muse takes me to the wonderland of fantasy. From my hand has flowed some of the pieces which really give me satisfaction. Oh to read them to the grandchildren.
Your invitation to indulge is, I hope, going to be taken up by our friends the mps poets and we shall see wonderland in all its glorious forms from creative minds...... well I can live in hope I suppose.
Great writing Fay.
So beautiful , Fay ! 🌸🌸 such a lovely engaging write ..
I so believe in angels 😇
I won't miss it, but I missed the No.11 bus. Doh! lol.
Dance of angels
A beautiful imagination runs in my mind
Those words have magic creating sceneries if all kind
Great play with the words dear Fay
Aways enjoyable. Thank you.
Can I haver the next dance after dusk arising Fay?
Andy
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