Fairies Wintering

We call all those leaves falling, southbound,
‘The Wintering Fairies’.
My daughter charcoal marks the Northern gusts. 
The blue is bone clean.
The spine of the sky bares a protest long nursed
beneath the skin.

Here mercury doesn’t plunge beneath
any thread bare sweater
my Alzheimer’s-uncle might have received
from some charity.
Today our searching fails near 
the toes of the river.
“Where is my crazy grand?” Asks my daughter.
I stare at the water.
Fairies wintering, things mutate into the things 
we narrowly comprehend.




Kushal Poddar
Picture Nick Victor

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One Response to Fairies Wintering

    1. Painting some deeper thoughts, Kushal… very fine.

      Comment by Tony Downing on 26 November, 2022 at 1:44 am

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