Wishes In A Bottle

We all need a little magic in our lives and for myself and an acquaintance at an art workshop for the mentally ill, last year it came in the form of a necklace of bottled 'fairy dust'.

Wishes in a bottle?
Can I make one?
he asked,
and I passed it over.

He thought; a moment,
a pocket of time,
trapped.
That I may see Linda again.
Soon.

While wishes in a bottle
travelled this straggled line of souls,
he asked,
have you ever seen one?
A fairy, I mean?

Suddenly I am 10 years old again,
Summer and my room is roasting,
windows open
but there are screens,
and there she is.

Once,
I say.

I don't tell him I stood transfixed,
that I watched her without speaking,
without moving,
without blinking.

I don't tell him about the colours
of her dress
or the glow
or the magic.

I don't tell him,
I thought I saw her smile,
I thought she held all the answers
I'd been looking for.

I don't tell him the feeling
that grew inside me,
the only time I felt safe
in a room built on nightmares.

Once,
I tell him,
I saw one once.

And at the other end of the line, I hear a woman;
extolling the virtues of these wishes in a bottle-
carved fairy, purple glitter,
a thousand dreams and a million wishes
still left in the bottle.

Author's Note

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