without any showers
elf tears do not suffice
so May flowers struggle
where shall bees and faeries
flit and pirouette now
Plastic iron radio waves
proud symbols of mankind’s progress
modern wards to keep the fae at bay
letting us safely watch TikTok
somewhere a puckish garden grows
a refuge from technology
and its child metamodern angst
far from this dull castle and cage
Please accept this offering
my soul yearns for rain’s kind caress
TS S. Fulk lives with his family in Örebro, Sweden as an English teacher and textbook author. TS S. Fulk also plays bass trombone, the mountain dulcimer and the Swedish dulcimer (hummel). His poetry has been (or will be) published by BeZine, The Button Eye Review, Perennial Press, and more.
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