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Sunday, 29 March 2015

Deft Fantasy

Beneath moonlight erupts deft fantasy
Riding night's breeze serene on winged achene
Imagination seen so lucidly 
Where stars and moons collide within our dreams
Here myth and lore take on a new pretence 
Grand castle keeps and mountain peeks ascend 
Amidst moonbeams the small becomes immense  
The wily wolf our confidant and friend 
Though hidden deep we all seek fairy tales 
The happy ending ever-after prize
Making up villains and we still pretend
We all prefer azure to dismal skies 
So are we figments within illusion 
All still children swept up in confusion 

© Debbie Razey 2015 both poem and art