As I’m looking through poems for a submission for a chapbook, I came across this. Not sure which blog had the prompt question, but here it is and my response. The poem is a modified Minute Poem form. Image is “An Intruder in the Forest,” by Rodulfo.
In the shadows, did you ever secretly wish you were someone else, either as a child or an adult?
I’ve never secretly wished I was someone else. I have admired others for their abilities. For instance my friend accepts all people no matter what and will give them the shirt off of her back, and it is genuine. She goes above and beyond and is admired for it. There has only been one person who said something less than totally admiring about her. They said she is the kind of person who will never show you she is upset, but she will be the one who accidentally burns your toast.
Thinking about it now, I do wish I could be a night creature with wings, one who was not at risk for being predated upon. I would like to be a non-threatening night winged creature, flying from place to place, able to see by moonlight, and WITHOUT FEAR. I’d like to be a secret observer of the mysterious magical creatures that come out only at night. Secret meetings, secret dances in the fairy rings. I’d like to get to know every inch of the dark so the fear could be extracted from it for me.
Moonlight glides with silent wings
O’er fairie rings
My vision clear
Heart pure, no fear.
Perched in oak, view stage-lit glen
frogs polka when
rabbits thump time
and toads drink wine
Parties privileged few can see
only in dreams
a hidden world
where magic swirls
Now I ask you the question: