Flutter

A Faeri Poem-Story (not sure the real name), it's about believing in another, and giving up for another, and having faith, and it's also a love story.

Childhood comes along
Like a lazy caterpillar
Walking its path
Munching and growing
Childhood grows on us
Feeds us to who we are
Just as a caterpillar
makes it long haul

Like a caterpillar
It chooses
To take from who, and who
To eat from the hand
To steal from another.
It chooses who to be near
Who to keep near
Who to leave there
It chooses people likes leaves,
like caterpillar friends

I stretch out my hand,
Out to the tip of my wing
I try to flutter it
It works,
I fly just so much
It stings
It aches
It hurts
I fall.

I lay back on my broke wings
The ones I never thought would fly
I defied those testimonies
I flew, I flew!
And yet I lost
A child’s mind kept me on lock
I reached for the stars
But I broke the first law
I was seen, so I ran
Yet I was hit by a stalker
And lost all my dust
That special faeri dust
Told to make us fly

I fell from my wings billows
I crashed to the ground
A boink, a crack
But never mind what happed more
No forget everything
But my handicap
that’s what they did
What I did
The curse that never left

From that day I was exiled
There but not there
I was invisible,
The invisible
Forgotten through times tale
I crept pass, and on ward
Ignoring those flying
There and ignored
By all who didn’t see me

His highness Jean
The prince of Faeri
Rules the stands of the class
My position a missing 13
Yet from this pillar
This missing placement
I watched on as Jean ruled
As he scudded
And crowned his high name

Jean dressed in the best gold
The color that lightened his hair
The color that marked his place
That went kindly with his wings
Jean was he called
By few, for he was too dignified
He was refined,
With fair wings
A god. A god at high.

I watched onwards in awe
My eyes gone blank from invisibility
I sat by the class
As they ruled the air
My wings tried to flutter
Too weak without dust
No one wanted to heal me
Not the hospital
Not the psyche

Jeans shadow spread over me,
And I nearly fell as I crawled to bow
I looked up,
Feeling dirty
My locks untidy and pixie like
I was shameful
So why, has a god come to me today
He was gorgeous
He was fair
He ruled the crowds beyond

He was in my circle now
Invisible to all
He put a hand out,
And brought me up
From the floors,
With his kindness
A highlight of his eyes.
He brought me too my feet
A smile so tight
Yet gentle and sweet
To be expected from him.

“Alicia Dower, I presume,
The invisible, the lost soul.
I have heard of you,
Seen of you
Forbidden from being near you.”
I looked past him for a minute
Fearing for him
For me
I spoke in light tones
Trying to lessen my offense,
“Then be a prince you highness
Ignore me like so many
I heed not need any help
No need to worry.”

He put a hand on him chin,
Brought it up to look at him
“I choose, I can
And I don’t want to be another
A face that ignores
A crown who looks away,
Alicia what’s wrong,
Do you not have faith in your wings power?”
His hand ran their length,
His eyes following gently
He pulled it away,
Securitizing, understanding.

“Take my dust, young dower
Give you wings back their power.
Use my gold it will bless you
Keep u strong
Fro years to follow.”
I stared at his words
Blasphemy surely
He was lying he couldn’t
he knew what that meant

No faeri shares dust
Not a king to be at all,
Rather no faeri so young
So without any love
that’s to say this act
Wasn’t wrong at all
It was sacrilege I know
Something done by lovers

Now I felt it
The sensation, I never mentioned before
I never felt it,
Never knew it
The feeling to want more
His touch was existing
His voice so alluring
Not in the way he was princely
But by natures own law.

I stepped back, this was wrong,
To share dust,
To like at all,
It was wrong for one single
Wrong without love
Yet blasphemy for him
inexcusable for me
A truth I must hide
Deep, deep down

I drowned it that moment
The best I could
Surely a tea slipped,
The only bit I’ll let go
I hope he’ll never know
Never guess
I can’t I cant I cant
Not for him to be aware
Yet I guess he didn’t
I guess he saw past it
But ignored my complain

I took up my wrist
and gave me his dust.
Proclaiming the only words
Anyone can say for this action
The incantation for transfer
For giving me his strength.
“My child’s fancy,
Take in this soul,
Give her your dusty strength
Bestow her your hold
Make her strong and well
Keep her thriving
And I aware.
Intertwined are we not,
By dust, and dust till we part.”

I was his now,
Tied to his heart
To his wings
I had his strength
He had less-I dare not say
Just a bit, enough for me
But no favor could ever return
The life he flared within me
The indivisible no more.

 

Author's Note

Didn't quiet reread this yet, spelling errors, word errors and confusion is to be expected. Sorry for any ... issues

Also i am committed to finish this story. i already wrote the beginning of the end... i'll see how it goes.

Reviews

[Tallulah]

Oh i loved this soo much. It's amazing. Its so well written. The imagery is amaing. I can't wait for more.