Quinn after her bath

The Secret World of Magical Beings

A Poem by Josie Cook

World of written and spoken words…

The Secret World of Magical Beings

Stuck in a plantation of growing confrontations,

My passage to another location becomes

a portal to numerous words unheard until this date.

Many tiny pixies, genies, and sprites

drift with the bluebirds.

They are a mere symptom from some unwritten world.

With the sky above their land and the

Oceans riding to the wind-blown sand,

Little by little, their world construction is created.

From the darkness of night to the light of dawn;

From all that is obscure, and from all that is pale.

No being is dismayed by the revelation of their splendid words.

They live among trunks, branches, leaves that ground them

To their hidden world.

The one that sees them is the one that believes in them,

their life creations…