Brooke Forbes

At the base of my room, a Splendid Fairyren has come to play. 

He flicks and flutters:

The brightest blue amongst the red dirt. 

The sun is bringing some warmth and I’m wearing a t-shirt for first time this winter: 

A signifier of change to come. 

Sitting at the cusp of this change is little Fairyren – bluer than the ocean, soft and feathered, darting from branch to bird bath and back again. 

In pulling myself out of a rut of my own creation, I pay homage to this little creature. 

You’re a balm for the soul, little Fairyren. 

Never change, 

Please,

Never change. 

There was some lingering darkness in the winter: 

Spaces that irked,

Darker contortions of the mind. 

But the storm has passed, 

the earth replenished, 

and I’ve taking the Splendid Fairyren 

as a sign

for good things to come.