Fairyland

Walking down the mushroom path
avoiding perfumed roses
colored trees
skies on the bottom
ground on top
I wonder where I am.
Topsy turvy 
how do I go
left
right
straight up the center
head cocked
I feel myself grow.
Staring down
giantess I have become
lost in a world
that mayhap I created?
Watch waterfalls flow upward
sprinkling mists upon
vast greenery
a home sweet home
I feel it in my heart.
Flying forward
wings erupt 
I surge towards the sky
spiraling downwards
euphoria 
smiles
giggles erupt
delicious chills
as the breeze caresses
bared skin.
Skim across purple water tops.
Skip through frosted fields.
Stroll down mysterious paths.
And now I ask……
riddle me this
riddle me that
who/what am I?
 
January 6/19
Photo by Simon Matzinger on Unsplash
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Author: Jay-lyn Doerksen

I am a single hard working mom in her 40's. I have always written poetry and I love words. I live with depression and its ups downs. This is a space where I can create and write all that I need to.

14 thoughts on “Fairyland”

      1. Don’t get me wrong! You write good stuff! But things like this are among your best! I can look into these words and get lost in the painting your unfolding in front of me!

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