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  • Writer's pictureRick Hartwell

Her Faerie Garden


Both are watered together,

Faux-foliage and living plants,

A mixture blessed by my spouse.


Dampened in the early morning sun,

Facets from ten-thousand water drops

Glisten, bringing the faerie garden to life.


Placed with whimsy and abandonment,

Hidden fantasy characters are animated,

Under ferns, behind rocks, atop branches.


Disney originals are her preference with:

Peter Pan, Captain Hook, Wendy, and Tik-Tok,

Sleeping Beauty, Prince Phillip, and Maleficent,


Miniature farms worked by elves and nymphs,

Groves of catnip sheltering somnolent cats, dragons

Out of time, and seven pink flamingos to test visitors.


Of course there is a place set aside for reverence:

Buddhist prayer flags flutter above a diminutive zen

Garden with the Son, Mary, Joseph, and seven dwarves.


Alice’s wonderland is her special resort where she journeys:

White Rabbit, Mad Hatter, Queen of Hearts, and blue Absolem,

A hookah-smoking caterpillar, among ceramic magic mushrooms.


Playing Tool on her tablet, poly-rhythms vibrating the garden,

Shadows dancing in shifting breezes animating new adventures,

Changing moods, oases of nostalgia, and increasing introspection.


 


Rick Hartwell is a retired middle school teacher (remember the hormonally-challenged?) living in California with his wife of forty-nine years, Sally Ann (upon whom he is emotionally, physically, and spiritually dependent), two grown children, two granddaughters, and fifteen cats! Like Blake, Thoreau and Merton, he believes that the instant contains eternity.

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