Shimmering: A Fairy Tale

They saw a bow and cello under 

a quaking aspen tree; curious, 

they followed barefoot imprints

down a garden path filled with bees 

and butterflies amid pink, lavender, 

and vibrant yellow wildflowers, 

no petal or stem disturbed. 

They continued to pursue her through 

a winding forest track, a dense green

thicket filled with fragrant violets

and sinuous ivy vines twisting along 

a lazy stream until they realized 

she was circling back to the rustling tree.  

They found her there under a moonbeam 

on a clear night, the sky shimmering

in glitter lights, the slender bow retrieved.

She pulled through the strings 

all the vibes of nature she had collected 

in her heart, releasing the beauty 

of the walk through her fingers 

and down the stretch of rod, katydids

and cicadas her only accompaniment,

her heavenly Father and the angelic

host in balcony seats before her.

—C.L Fisher, August 2020

Unless otherwise indicated, all content, including writing and images, are the work of C.L. Fisher and may not be copied, used, or distributed without permission.

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