under the cascading branches

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Under the cascading branches

of the ancient weeping willow

a child imagined

she sat behind

a special waterfall

of cool green

water rushing past

She sang the

song of the magic garden

hidden behind prisms

of spray

Her scuffed

patent leather shoes

became sliver slippers

tinkling with each step

faded sundress flowed

into a fairy dress of

cobwebs and milkweed fluff

Light airy voices

echoed her tune

for the fairies

were welcoming

her back

She entered

the special space where

intoxicating flowers

spilled onto the path

Wind breathed

ruffling her hair

loosed from braids

Fairies hugged her

all talking at once

a giggling escort

to the festival

Dream afternoon

waterfall tea in tiny china cups

plates of cherry blossom scones

and bingle-berry jam

She felt her hair

begin to braid

itself as her

gauzy dress

turned from

spider webs

to ordinary cotton

and the tinkle

left her shoes

Her visit was over

and the fairies

sadly walked her

to the garden

entrance

In the perfumed zig and zag

she waved good bye

Under the cascading branches

of the ancient weeping willow

a child imagined

she sat behind

a special waterfall

Inspired by Chèvrefeuille’s Fairy Tale prompt: Behind the Waterfall

{Only fairies and the little girl play in the magic garden; I’m not prejudiced against other fairy tale creatures. I forgot that part of the prompt!}