Thursday, October 16, 2008


I stand
danced to death
in the faerie circle
i dared to re enter
waiting for the mother's ship
to flutter by
and carry me
from this mud trodden
bus stop
i feel my back cracking
wings unfurling
in glorious rebellion
and i realize i can fly
myself home
to my family and away
from these earth bound
fae ways of judgement
and i suddenly
find myself
at Tara
amongst kin
singing to save
her soul
and uniting our own
in a cacophonous flight
of butterfly magic
and light

© 2008 by MCChadwick