Forget What I Said Earlier

Forget what I said,

it was only a joke.

Don't snigger and point;

forget I spoke.

Don't be mean, don't be nasty,

don't be rude and don't be bad!

Put it out of your mind:

just ignore what I said.

If fairies seem scary,

I can pretend

they never existed,

and still be your friend.

So forget what I said,

forget what you thought.

I'll say what you want

and I'll act as I ought.

But deep in my heart

I know how I feel.

I know what I saw

and I know what is real.

The fairies can be

my secret. I tried,

but you just aren't ready,

so the fairies will hide.

And you'll never see them

flash in the sun

sparkling like rainbows —

not even one. 

Poetic Asides November Poem A Day Cha[book Challenge: day 18, ‘Forget what I said earlier …’

Exploring My Childhood Garden

The garden of my childhood

was green jungle.

I crawled underneath 

the berry bushes,

behind pittosporum hedge 

and massed bamboo,

and deep inside the geraniums.

The wild creatures 

I met in this jungle

were fierce ants

that fought each other:

orange-bodied and long-legged,

caterpillars with furry spikes,

and secretive spiders 

hiding in curled leaves.

The fairies, whirling points of light,

would sometimes stop

and show me their tiny faces.

Mostly they flitted about 

in and out of the plants,

quick flashes of colour.

I could tell that they liked me. 

November Poem A Day Chapbook Challenge 2013 day 14: exploration