Feral Housewife

I’m a feral housewife

Full of ravaging vibrant life

Dancing in my fanciful

Forest wild and free of

Man’s created strife

I stir love and elderberries into

My pancakes and green tea

When I rise with the sun

Mist and the merry chittering of

Squirrels greet me heartily

I lead the bunch, happily strolling

Through our favorite gully

Searching for fairy hallows and goblin scars

We wile away what feels like hours

Only to emerge

Seeing but ten minutes have passed

On the patina copper dial in the yard

I skip inside my crooked shoe hut

And bake a batch of biscuits

For all whom I love

A fragrant mixture of

Ripe berries, aromatic bark, and pine nuts

While my attendants tend to pies of mud

Left to bake on the window sill in

The noon time sun

Made special for our froggy chums

Taken with a steaming cup of

Steeped rose blossom tea

The whole head snipped and

Dried dangling from hand plaited hemp twine

Blooming anew in my rose quartz pot

I share the shimmering liquid

With all who gather at the scent of the brew

Taking my ease

Napping in the filtered light a

Sweet afternoon breeze carries

In dreams I haven’t

Had the pleasure of meeting yet

Trapped hopelessly in the fairy net

I keep spread across

My canopy bed

Made of two matchboxes and

A Handkerchief

K.B. Silver