Faerie Tales from Near-Chaos

Outside my window, all is brightness

Brilliant sun in each dew drop, diamonds poised on overgrown grass

Robin’s egg blue, crumbled and powdered, smoothed across the sky

Fresh-whipped creamy clouds, heavy dollops spooned out overhead

It seems an abomination


Yet the city is out, neighbors help strangers help neighbors

Calls for water, food and nappies, if you have them, cleaning supplies

An unexpected laugh, a strained smile,

Behind the masks we’ll wear for awhile

I can’t breathe


Clattering tumble of broken glass

Softly scraping brooms, determined to grasp

That final line of dust at last


Hammers ring staccato-bright, a clear, but broken rhythm

Plywood lends its bass note, sealing heavy darkness in

Protecting germinating seeds, the necessary birth

Dependent on the nourishment of over-blasted earth

The people are tired


We hold a special tenderness for children in our care

And tread that swaying tightrope-braid of truth and hope and fear  

We weave a faerie’s tale that we can rest in, perhaps share

For the life-long hero’s journey we feel undermatched to bear


Poets reach out, online and en-masse,

Spreading fresh fertilizer on fields of bomb blast

We sense it all, but cannot understand


We struggle with our process and create a pile of rubble

Venture out into the world and back

To shelter-home and remote-huddle 


The elderly are towered with their treasures ‘most forgotten

Or housed in darkly-wooded huts, their paths now rarely trodden  

We tell ourselves they’re safe for now, their journey’s near complete

Before the denouement arrives, on Baba Yaga’s bony feet


© Liz Husebye Hartmann (2020)

Free Association Writer’s Circle (05/30/2020): Prompt = Complete

3 thoughts on “Faerie Tales from Near-Chaos

      • I know! On the one hand the isolation is so very bad for them. (I was reading an article about when it was safe to visit our older relatives, and the advice was not in the least bit realistic. But what was so sad was the comment section, where many of the elderly were saying that they are tired of being ignored and shunned in the name of protecting them from Covid. A couple even said that they’d rather just catch the disease and die from it than live like this.) I don’t want my mother to get it, or be the one who brings it into her residence. But I also understand how lonely she is, and how much she longs to be able to socialize again. What the answer is, I don’t know. But it is beyond sad.

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