Monday 2 November 2015

The Fault Of The Fairies

Her claims don't much alter, there's not one that varies
from the story that it was the fault of the fairies.
Straight after a bang or a shattering sound
she'll say she thinks little folk must be around,
the far-flung remains of a dolly dismembered
she explains by the invisible wand of the offender,
a tent made of tape, wrapping paper and strings
is when she insists she heard very small wings,
marker on walls showing sunny beach scenes
leads her to elfin tracks that only she sees.

When your suggestion is that it's the work of a child
she'll say, "I don't do messing, I'm nearly five."