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Do fairies truly reside in the brambles
Hiding within the blackberry camouflage?
Ask which berry is the ripest with sincerity
The answer comes straight away
Is it the plant or the fairies who respond?


This moment is a reminder of history’s voice
The revolutions never vanish
The vandalism of apparent reality
Will release predictable results
Every action continues to have
An equal and opposite reaction


By soaking up the weather and fauna
By listening to birdsong and buzzing bugs
By tuning into this season of change
Our new possibilities are emerging
From cloudy distant combinations
Now coming into focus with vigor and joy

Tangled tendrils of lost innocence cover the wall of silence
The barrier between infinite wisdom and earthly needs
Stands tall, sits firmly in the middle of the field of reason
Dividing the consciousness of the wilting population
Separating the elements of life into compartments of gloom
From childhood to old age we change our definitions of fear
We learn to isolate ourselves from the dark side of the world
We distinguish ourselves by the way we carry ourselves
Through crisis into glory, which could melt away at any moment
Revealing the depths of our ignorance showing our innocence
The hand that is drawn is only the whisper of what will be
Each play has a meaning, although this is never obvious
While the game proceeds to the end of the deck we discover
That some of the cards we have discarded were essential
To our self confidence and poise
It is too late to reverse, and too early to fold
The first hint of hidden treasure attracted the worst element
Stray con artists from everywhere gathered to make a kill
Rumors flowed like water, while jealously and dishonesty fought
Over the loyalty of pirates and thieves, all skilled at robbery
In truth there was nothing of value to steal, dig up, or find
The illusion of wealth had poisoned their collective mind
The mind’s eye dreams up wondrous scenes of escape
Dream paths lined with outrageously bright colors and lights
Bring us into realms in which our movements are vivid, clear
Uncluttered by doubts, our steps are taken in grace, no fear
We only find these secret places by stepping outside the rule
That mindlessly stays in the ignorant ways practiced by the fool
Desert wind blows clouds
Past the horizon
Infinity calls
Rolling hills in memory’s vault of treasure
Go on forever, leading to paths of pleasure
That end on the shores of the deepest sea
Surrounded by deserts without a single tree
The wasteland is dark with shadows of dread
No fauna, no flora, are found as we are lead
Closer to the truth , to the peace of the dead
This dark little poem was written in response to this week’s photo prompt in Sue Vincent’s Echo. Join us every Thursday for a new photo to inspire prose, poetry, or reading pleasure. It is fun to see all the different responses.