The Good People
Mind that you don’t call them
fairies, or
don’t mind.
Either way, such hidden kin
explain why
your belongings
go missing now and again,
especially in
a move.
Though what they’d want with
a measuring
tape magnet
and partially used all-purpose
gorilla glue
I can
not quite get my head around:
Shiny offerings
may help.
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This is fun and clever but keeps me thinking. So many layers here!
I love the sparseness of this poem. Pretty hard to write a poem about fairies and not look a little silly, but I think you’ve pulled it off.
Shiny offerings may help, indeed.
I love this one, dear – the spareness invokes the scattered-ness of moving & unpacking.