she spun such kindness
from an ordinary
upbringing a magical
childhood of fairies
and giants
and secret huts
where witches were
rumored to live
among gardeners’ rakes
and brooms
that shimmering world
constructed of feathers
clouds and dragonfly wings
was stronger
than we ever imagined
barely tarnished even now
viewed through my
time-dusted window
of adulthood of context
the nest may not be woven
as tightly but the pale
shells each broken cleanly
to allow us our freedom
are still intact tiny cups
of turquoise tilted
toward the coming sunset
(c) 2018, by Hannah Six
Image: Deedster/Pixabay
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