Fairy Tale Treasures

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When I was young,

I couldn’t imagine being brave enough

to climb a beanstalk into the sky.

But, in life, that is exactly what I did,

stepping off into the abyss,

a bemused Ms Magoo,

somehow managing to land 

more or less upright.

There were times I felt

the giant’s hot breath on my neck,

but I was nimble,

I was quick,

and hopped fast away.

The goose that laid the golden egg

eluded me.

My treasure was found

in the forest,

by the sea,

in golden friendships,

in music and the love of words,

in dogs, and all wild creatures.

My journey taught me things

I have been happy to pass along,

- not that anyone wants to listen -

they are all too busy leaping off

their own precipices.

I now sit in my counting-house,

counting golden memories.

My treasure still lies

in the heart-lift to be found

in that vault of blue fairy-tale sky,

the sheen of that

shimmering rainbow,

in windsong and the sight of

birds on the wing,

and the memories of so much love,

                      the memories
                                        of so much love...

I revisited a poem from 2016.........to share with the Poetry Pantry at Poets United. Wishing you all a sunshiney day.