Her fascination for the sky was endless. She’d spent most of her youth in forests, around ponds or waterfalls. She was a faerie of the earth. It was only when her wings withered, lying brown and limp at her sides, that her heart filled with blue.
(Written for the Whistpr prompt on Twitter)
the dark song
of my childhood
Delighted to have the above haiku published in Issue 27 of #FemkuMag.
Delighted to have the above haiku appear in Series 3 Episode 18 of the Haiku Pea Podcast.
Series 3 Episode 18: Loss