There’s a wild place in my yard
Where my fairies hang out.
It’s a place I go when the world gets too close,
To sit with ‘friends’ discussing issues at hand.
On one side is Gabrielle
Ever wanting to listen.
She reaches out into my soul
Nothing is ever a problem
Always respectful
Never a cross word.
On the other side is Izzabel
Always at play, mischievous
Provocative, provoking,
Poking fun daring me one way or another.
I’ve placed my fairies
On opposite sides of the wild place
As one does play against the other
but they are patient with me,
tell me when to pull my head in
should I get “too” playful.
But each knows when I am troubled
I can tell as they are quiet when I approach
They always listen
Before they share their wisdom.
I’m lucky I know to have fairies in my day…
Morpethroad 
I could use a couple myself.
I’l lsee if there are any spares, send them over, but you’d need a wild place to put them in John….small requirement I know…
That might be a problem. Our wild places are full of Coyotes.
Ahh they do have wings😊
I don’t
You are indeed lucky! Both for a wild space and for fairies.
I am indeed
Beautiful fairies, too. The landlord has fairies who whisper and giggle, but with each other, not so much with me. They are ancient, worn by the weather, they still have the spirit of fun.
Maybe you need to stand still a little longer…
Don’t blink.
No I shalt…
Love your poem. Such advice from either would be helpful or at least something to consider.
Thanks Mandi. It would be indeed..