She can see fresh leaf green through the concrete,
spot a fairy from ten thousand miles away
and always in her own reflection.
She’s three.
Fairy dust – what a joke.
That’s not how she operates.
Look for the cracks, the cuts and scars.
When one world bursts open,
another one waits underneath,
ready to erupt.
That’s how surgeons work,
butchers,
geologists.
Artist.
No jingly bells to indicate their magic,
no trap doors, no mirrors.
Go for the gaps.
Make them, if you must.
She has sledgehammers for fingers,
smashes floors and ceilings, walls
and all to get to the light, the dark,
see her soul in the wreckage
and smile.
-BRITTA BENSON
Britta Benson is a happiness & poetry blogging, circus skills instructing & common butterfly following German, a writer, performer & linguist thriving in Scotland, her chosen habitat since the year 2000. Read more of Britta’s work at– Britta’s Blog – Letters from Scotland and Odds & Ends.
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Britta’s beautiful poem makes me want to stand up and shout – Yes! I can do this! The cracks, the cuts, the scars, many hidden beneath years of pain and being utterly broken. But is that a reason to stop and give up? “She has sledgehammers for fingers, smashes floors and ceilings, walls and all to get to the light” – powerful imagery that can only convince one to keep going. Fairy dust – I think not! This girl is way too strong and realistic.
Congratulations Britta!
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Thanks so much for publishing my poem and for your kind, encouraging words, Terveen. Always appreciated!
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We all believe in, magic, at one point or another in our lives, until, we grow up…
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Thanks, taurusingemini. Growing old is inevitable. Growing up is optional…
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That’s magic, really. She’s only three and she can see everything. We all wish to be that way.
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Thanks, haoyando. Much appreciated!
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I don’t know what else to say but this is beautiful, the way I wish every adult could see are most beautiful world and at three we are not yet polluted by society. Just such a lovely piece and a reminder of how much imagination and blunt truth I heard from my own child at three. Congratulations!!!!
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