Tidy fingers folded firmly,

The tiny note penned perfectly,

In delicate metallic writing,

Minute, so fairies could read.

Tidy fingers hid carefully

Those tiny folded tales

beneath tightly budded peony,

Magenta hid in green.

Tidy fingers waited patiently,

For dawn to start the search,

To find joy in a tiny reply,

Fairy-folded, hid deep in green.

“Brief: 366/2020 project, prompt ‘Note’

“Insight: my daughter used to write and hide letters to the fairies. Many nights I could be found searching the dark garden, to find, and reply, to her tiny notes.

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