irish revenge

Tis late
alone I sit
weaving tales
and calling wee folk to dance
I cast blessings
fragile as spun sugar
out and about
over all my companions

These are the hours
where questions slink out
of closets and cubbyholes
and line up
grinning
taunting me
by flipping me
the ethereal bird

but I have learned
to smile and bow
to your fears
your anxieties
your questions
to accept them
and welcome them
as blessings and teachers

this simple act
really
pisses them off
and Irish revenge
is a sweet brew
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Like the imagery. excellent.