Around the Edges of Oddness

Dear Friends of Bluebird Fairies,

Oh, it’s been a hard week in Vermont. I feel the best thing to do today is to share another poem by Mary Pratt. It’s inspired by this fairy:

HEDGES ARE EDGES

 

Come, dance around the edge of Odd —

the only place you can find god

(or gods) or elves or unicorns.

Try dancing on these gloomy morns

when all the world is grim and hot

and all we long to do seems not

so possible.

Come, find the magic beneath the trees

where birds sing carols with the bees,

and fairies twine flowers through the hedges

and do odd dances around the edges.

-Mary Pratt

Love,

Emily and the Bluebird Fairies