Once upon a time,
Mama said, there lived fairies in golden forests,
Between dappled sunlight
And glittering ribbons of water.
They died out one by one,
Taken over by fluorescent strands,
Eaten away by neon maggots,
Killed by lack of gold.
But Mama finds a few still,
In the sea of stars by the lake,
In the bedside lamp at 11 p.m.,
In the sun-dust swept in by the open window.
Fairies with their wings of pink and blue and purple,
Under the kitchen light,
Floating atop waves at dusk,
Sliding down baby green leaves.
Mama says fairies still exist,
Frozen in time,
And in place,
Incandescent, incandescent, incandescent.