‘The Magnolia Fairies’ by Tiffany Belle Harper.

Who is to say ‘no fairies’ – for they’ve right to remain unconfirmed. That’s why they enchant the paradox parallels with numinous fable.

Unless you step on one. And most of us do. Then we wonder why our fate may decline for seemingly no valid rhyme nor reason.

They laugh … Pesky, diddy things. Glowing. Radiant. Trampled – yet bouncing back with each bad footstep we make. Their time being times nine.

Beware of forbidden forest corners for which have no place for those who doubt a fairy. Although whimsical, also grudge holders. I warn you.

Wipe your bare feet with burdock leaves or fallen petals from The Magnolia Tree in Spring – before you tread their territory.

You must take precaution not to spoil that which remains their level of our consciousness to awaken all that’s best kept a secret.

What would life be without the mysteries of ancient land dwellers? Here long before us. And probably long after. The Magnolia Fairies.

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TBH©

Today I am Magical by Tiffany Belle Harper

I desire to be free of all that dulls my appetite for adventure. I wish to run naked around the block, sprinkle feathers in to wet concrete. Then I’ll learn how to fly. Yes I’ll cultivate my own wings. They’ll be made of black orchids and pink willow buds with veins from the rainbow where unicorns dwell.

I want to pick wild flowers when ten more grow straight away. I’ll sit by a stream and sing songs to the newts and dragon flies.  There’ll be fairies dancing on my shoulder whilst I borrow a harp from angels.

I’ll turn my back to the wind where devils once travelled, blessing the air with silver dust, that lights the sky. A place where only free spirits fly.

Tiffany Belle Harper