Tinkerbell

Playful faerie or naughty nymph,

Visits me to steal my oomph.

A poke in the ribs, or even a kick,

Whenever she arrives she’ll pull a trick.

No foreboding a sense of fun,

Shows me that she’s just begun.

A powerhouse of such energy.

Woken from slumber so I can see.

Making her point with all her might,

She won’t give up without a fight.

Occasionally I think she would

Speak to me if I knew she could.

Got me again the cheeky Tink,

Making me just stop and think.

Jumping up onto the bed,

Trailing hand upon my head

Not worried by her I have no fear,

Just letting me know that she’s near.

She dances round the room so bright,

Leaving behind her a trail of light.

Bounces around and off the wall,

Hope she doesn’t break and fall.

And with this chaos I often gasp,

Which makes me stop to ask.

Laying here I will often yearn,

To find what it is I have to learn.

As I lay in my bed wide awake

When darkness leaves for daybreak.

Sprinkled a little faerie dust,

So that in her I will trust.

Again I will check at my side,

For my ever present little guide.

Playful faerie, my Tinkerbell,

Skips off again without farewell.

Daily Prompt – Sparkle

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India Blue is a creative person, who enjoys writing, photography and artwork in this blog. All creative content unless credited elsewhere within is that of the Author and remains the copyright of IndiaBlue.co.uk

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