Dressed In Pixie Dust

by Ben Pickard   Aug 4, 2016

Come to me softly and whisper my name;
Creep to this room in the moonlight again.
Dress in the greens of the trees whence you come
And leave me with tastes of the leaves when we're done.
My window will be left ajar as I sleep -
The forest will move with our love as you creep.
I want to see skin and want to see curves,
I want sparks to fly from magical words.

And when it is morning and when you are gone -
When the longing is much and the sunrays are strong -
I want all the dreams that I dream in the light
To be visions of you and your form in the night.




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  • 1 year ago

    by BlueJay

    Judging Comment:

    The imagery in this piece is outstanding and the style is wonderful for conveying such a many meaning message. One thing I notice about this author is that every time he is nominated the piece keeps up the same flow and voice as the last read piece so beautifully that it all feels like one chapter connected to another in a story and I love how each chapter is such an interesting take on whatever has to be said. So this week the piece is beautiful, light, airy and overall mesmerizing - which is definitely worth being recognized because it is difficult to keep an audience entranced when your writing is presented in such a "blocky" or static form. This is an absolutely stunning write.

  • 1 year ago

    by stormingdance (Jessica)

    Spellbounding use of words, great flow/rhymes and imagery.

  • 1 year ago

    by Golden AnGel Rhapsodist

    Hello Sir L.

    love this poem ... its seems that you are waiting for thinkerbell... once read it it felt magical...thanks for the happy thought..


  • 1 year ago

    by Em

    Hahaha Michael. Could you just imagine that sweet little face of Sir Ls in bewilderment of if it was a dream or not. You go fella ;)

  • 1 year ago

    by Ben Pickard

    Thanks all for your comments