“Was a long visit wrong?” FEFA T6, v1.

Robin is a good enough fellow.
To lead us to this place.
Drip. Drop.
From branches
Time stops.

A second 
Becomes a minute longer
Gives way to hours
Then days, weeks, and months.
When time slowed and then sped up

We learned to walk backwards
And sometimes on our hands.
A troop of merry actors
Who didn’t have a plan 
Never tried to offend
And always said Ahhmen.

He called us in from our elsewhere
Gathered us under a hill
Deep into  pine
The thrill struck fiddle fine
Dancing barefoot in briar grass
Pick the thorns out later with a lass.

He only calls when you aren’t looking.
And he teases “don’t be an ass”
We played a game of flashlight tag
Misled the night itself
Wandered where we shouldn’t be
As time walks backwards onto a higher shelf.

And I am as a child again.
What we thought was our imagining
Turned out to be a fact only recognized
In this land between dreams and now.

Faerie writing w @Kate Belew

Creature Fear