"Pink Fairy Lights"

The following poem was written way back in 2014 for a creative writing class I attended in High School. While I was extremely reluctant to post anything I'd written many, many moons ago (as it's always slightly cringe inducing to revisit), I have decided, after much convincing, to post the following poem, if not for me, for my nana, who rather likes this one, so much so she put it in a cross stitch.

Pink Fairy Lights

A single string of Pink Fairy Lights

Can provoke so many emotions in a child

At first she praised the little rose fires,

as they rested,

Tangled around the top of her bed

like a crown upon a royal head.

This was when they made her feel grown up

Important.

Bulbs glowing like tiny faeries

Trapped in a pink pebble prison.

Gradually they lost their light.

Thus followed the teenage years.

The dark ages.

Poor pebbles that once brought joy,

symbolized childishness.

The Lights that once shone so vivid and lucent

were now sullenly strung out along the wall,

suppressing their radiance.

Perhaps one day

Reluctant fingers will find their way back

To the unused plug in the wall

And those Pink Fairy Lights will be

Once more

Important.

Meredith Rees