How goes it now?
Ochre wing sprite?
Have you been out dancing
Without your light?
Is your magic dispersed?
Used up in flight?
Did all of your vision
Cost you your sight?
Ochre wing sprite
Can you puzzle this?
The harder you aim
The further you miss
Such cruel symmetry
Love, life, and loss
For dreams of the sky we
Die in the moss
You do not look well
My fae of gold
Your wings are ashen
Your eyes are cold
The darkness consumes
If you've naught to burn
Magic powerless
If we never learn
The music we share
Is a fragile hum
Let us not be careless
With sword and drum
If you spend your life
Dreaming in the mirror
I'll pray that you wake
Recall that I'm here
Ochre wing sprite
Can this riddle solve?
The more fear escaped
The less resolved
Such Cruel symmetry
Love, life and loss
For dreams of the sky we
Die in the moss
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Unless I am mistaken this poem is fanciful and takes us on a journey with this sprite speaking to it as if it were a pet or childhood friend. Nicely worded
Superficially light and playful, substantively haunting. Our wings get tired and worn, like an old butterfly who's dusty colors have been rubbed off. And we oft feel cruelly forgotten and lose our enthusiasm. Damn you, Q, you've done it again. Made us think and feel. Damn you!
Thank you very much J.
You always are far too kind. Glad that I am still making ya feel things all these years later.
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