The Faery Who Lost Her Wings 🧚♀️
Fractured glass, gathered dust
Spilled tears of regret
Hope and longing clashed with reality
Why was there no door
In this place?
She’d lost her wand
Forgotten her wings
Her magik missing
She could smell the place she longed to be
But all she felt were the confines
Of chains that held her still
No map, no guide
No rules to find
Just a gremlin den
Where she remained confined
Waiting for a hand
To reach within and pull her
Out to greener grass
Waiting and praying
she stayed for years
Until one day she saw
In a bag of glitter and stardust
A vague memory of before
And inside – her wings and wand
She drew a breath
Pulled them on
Played her wand
An ancient song bloomed
She flew and danced
Twirling and swirling
Through cosmic dust
And disappeared in a cloud of glitter
Butterfly Women 🦋
She had fallen apart
and pieced herself together
too many times to count.
She began to wonder —
was that who she was now?
A magician of fragments,
dancing between forms,
shattered and woosh — whole again.
A butterfly destined to downfall.
Promises of new lives in each cocoon.
Wings grown, wet from the last resurrection —
only to find flight felt like falling.
Was that what life had taught her to be?
A master of resurrection.
Heavy with the weight of unfolded wings,
forever determined to endure.
She was always becoming.
Becoming, becoming, becoming.
Life is a journey but
there’s something breaking
about being forced back on rewind.
Perhaps if life had been gentler,
love steadier,
the ground beneath sturdier,
she would have simply bloomed
and sailed away on steady wings.
Zoe Calder Spells 