Fairy
I've found a fairy in my purse.
She is shimmery like a dragonfly,
smaller than a tooth.
Her hair is as heart-shaped as a leaf.
Her wings were a handshake,
ringing with the hush of a clock’s soft chime.
She flew to the sunset’s pane of the window,
rested on a vase,
and raised her wand:
“Worry not, your song will find its chance.”
Then she flared like the spiky light of a sparkler,
and vanished into autumn, into winter air.
She is shimmery like a dragonfly,
smaller than a tooth.
Her hair is as heart-shaped as a leaf.
Her wings were a handshake,
ringing with the hush of a clock’s soft chime.
She flew to the sunset’s pane of the window,
rested on a vase,
and raised her wand:
“Worry not, your song will find its chance.”
Then she flared like the spiky light of a sparkler,
and vanished into autumn, into winter air.
This poem is copyright (©) Kay Medway 2026
About the Writer
Kay Medway
Kay Medway is a library assistant and writes poetry, with work published in The Dirigible Balloon, Disabled Tales, and Scaryness Express. She loves day trips, which have inspired much of her writing, and enjoys reading and learning at every opportunity.
