"I believe in everything until it's disproved." John Lennon
Perhaps I will assign more faith to Midsummer's Eve,
but morning's sun has enticed me. My shoulders are warm
as J. M. Barrie's placed upon the grass, spine prostrate,
unusual for me as I'm a bookmark girl, but I'm distracted
by the play of light dancing upon Azalea blossoms.
I don't look directly, but slyly through lowered lashes
for something elusive. I've followed the "rules" -
have come quietly, barefoot, sought out "untouched";
found it in fallen blooms I'm convinced are secret pathways.
Only the ever present breeze treads for now,
seemingly have missed them again,
perhaps should have studied that butterfly more closely.
Will have to wait and cultivate a secret garden, add a few gnomes;
take note to plant little jester-hatted Columbines,
Shakespeare's drooping-belled Cowslips, and Forget-Me-Nots
for they fashion clothes from petals such as these. Rescue my book,
satisfy myself with a glimpse of them in a world two stars to the right.
Margaret Bednar, April 9, 2018
This is linked with "Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - Waiting for". The challenge is to write about waiting for something, but do not say what "it" is.
Also for NaPoWriMo - National Poetry Month (30 Poems in 30 Days.
My oldest daughter when she was small created magical gardens and nooks for fairies, left them letters and treats. She truly believed - and probably still does.
Note: J. M. Barrie wrote "Peter Pan" and penned the famous line "Second star to the right and straight on 'til morning"