Dressed In Pixie Dust

by Ben Pickard   Sep 3, 2018


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Come to me softly and whisper my name,
Creep through this room in the moonlight again.
Dress in the greens of the trees whence you come
And leave me the taste 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 I want to see curves;
I want sparks to fly with magical words.

And when it is morning and when you are gone -
When the longing is much and the sun rays 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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Ben Pickard

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  • 1 week ago

    by CJ Maleney

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    Dressed In Pixie Dust (by Ben Pickard) 10 points

    This is a wistful piece that the reader can immerse themselves in even though it is not particularly long. I found the imagery to be lovely and it gave me a vision of forest sprites and fairies.

    The rhyming is fantastic. It is gentle and has a very smooth flow to it which does not seem forced in the slightest.

    A total pleasure to read.

  • 1 month ago

    by Kitty Cat Lady

    Crikey Ben. I want to frame this and hang it on my wall. It's that beautiful. :-) x
    =^.^=

    • 1 month ago

      by Ben Pickard

      A lovely comment, Kitty. Thanks

  • 1 month ago

    by mossgirl19

    I missed reading from here Ben...such a privilege to read this first on the front page! Congrats on the win! Adding this sweet and tender write to my faves.

  • 2 months ago

    by Meena Krish

    I really like the tenderness of this write, so delicate
    it wets my eyes...nature is so beautiful isn't she...she knows how to
    melt us and cradle us...a lovely write.

    Congrats on the win!

  • 2 months ago

    by Tanya Southey

    Beautiful!

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