A renga-inspired collaboration with guest poet Jessica Perini1
Tiny brown toadstools
trace a circle in the lawn—
flimsy fairy town.
‘Don’t eat,’ Mummy says
as I reach to grab a morsel,
eyes wide, not thinking.
But I’ve trodden on—
mown down—several houses now;
the pixies panic.
Hand to mouth, tears brimming, I
watch them flee from—giant toddling me.
Mummy stoops to soothe
‘Hey, you’re not in trouble, pet’—
drops her letter bombs.
Falling from her hand,
mail makes mayhem, crashes down;
avenues smashed up.
Pixies clamber, wings crumpled,
their city crunched and trampled.
But Mummy leads me
back inside for morning tea—
simply doesn’t see.
- Catherin J Pascal Dunk composed verses 1, 3, 5, 6 & 8; Jessica Perini composed verses 2, 4 & 7. Photo from Pexels Free Photos. ↩︎
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cool to see it published, thanks again Catarina xx
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Let’s write together again soon!
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I loved the playful mix of innocence and destruction: the child’s clumsy steps and the pixies’ panic
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Better leave the pixies alone (and those brown toadstools are likely poisonous)
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I loved this so much – it reminded me of standing in a fairy circle as a child – I’m sure I’ve never been the same!
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Life can be so precarious for the good folk. No wonder they stay further and further away from human habitation.
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Fun collaboration, like two kids adventuring the woods.
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A sweet collaboration, even with the accidental terrorist! I remember searching for fairies among toadstools when I was a child.
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The title draws you in and then when you read the poem, it makes perfect sense. Really enjoyed all the layers in this.
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yay! thanks Sunra. Naming poems is fun
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