Today’s prompt came as no surprise. Yesterday, the challenge was to write a poem about a very large thing. Today, I had to invert my inspiration and write a poem about a very small thing.
Maybe you’d like to try your hand at poetry. I would love to hear what tiny thing you’d like to write about in your poem. I landed on hummingbird eggs and rather enjoyed the adventure.
How small they were—teeny tiny—
Like faerie eggs enclosed in spiny
forest foliage—safe and sound.
Mysterious and magical
Protected by the physical
Perhaps I was on Faerie Ground.
And then I saw them fluttering
up and down the trees scuttering
while I stood statue-like, spellbound.
Hummingbirds dipped and dashed; they flew
around my head with quite a crew
of wee guardians duty bound
to protect from the likes of me.
I stepped away so quietly—
slipped like a ghost to the background.
Tiny wings moved faster than light
soon disappearing from my sight;
gathering my wits I glanced around,
And I knew I was all alone
for the forest looked overgrown—
save the twinkling Dust on the ground.