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[breathtest]

fairies burrow in the mud
here, dirtying their little white
dresses. Their feathers
have holes in them. They come
up for air from time to time,
so except for the occasional sighting
they are never seen. I will
catch one some day, in a net
or a cage, keep it for a while,
mate with it

[Hawkman]

Hi breathtest, we don't seem to have seen much of you lately but if you've been off watching fairies that would explain it.

The images you conjure are mildly disturbing; can you be certain they are fairies or could they be fallen angels?

H

[PrinceMyshkin]

Those dirtied "little white dresses" recall Benjy, in The Sound and the Fury, catching sight of his cousin's underpants as she climbs a tree. There's a wonderful spontaneity to your poem.

[lallison]

interesting and provocative, i like it. Was with you all the way until "so except for the occasional sighting they are never seen." which kind of contradicts your description. Maybe you could change it to "never caught" or something along those lines.

Anyhow, I enjoyed reading this and I'd like to hear more about the chase.

thanks.

[breathtest]

Thanks for the feedback all of you