At a Christmas party.

At a Christmas party.

A Poem by Beccy

A child, four years old, 
came up to me and told me she was a fairie.
I smiled, but was unable to outshine
her gap toothed little grin;
or the makeshift magic wand
that told the truth of her words;
as did the little pink tutu she wore
and the dance she danced for me.

In any case, who was I to tell her different?
I mean, why not be a fairie
if only just the once,
before grown up matters,
like choosing a best friend
and learning times tables
weigh heavy on 
neophyte shoulders.

Drink flowed
amiable chat meandered
and meantime, the child danced,
mimicking the style of grown up leisure;
so happy in the reflected light,
where no mistletoe, and no champagne
could make her less a child,
or make her magic burn more bright.

© 2019 Beccy

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i like how you juxtapose the child with the grownups which shows the innocence and truthfulness we have at such a young age, but later when we become less a child...we could lose that ability to dance...or hopefully let the dance mature.
nicely done,

Posted 10 Months Ago

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This is such a perfect capture, there is no doubt in my mind it is based on a true event. Your descriptive powers are superb, allowed me to see through your eyes, that gap toothed little grin, the child dancing, 'mimicking the style of grown up leisure' (a line to die for.)

Wonderful writing Beccy.


Posted 1 Month Ago

This has some very cute imagery, especially given the magical Christmastime setting. I'm just a college student, I can't say much about adult life (thankfully!) but I do volunteer work with kindergartners and am blown away by how much imagination they have. I've been writing genre fiction for years, so I've still got good amounts of imagination myself, but it's always a little sad coming back to the adult world and seeing everyone all stressed out and focused on the future when, just fifteen minutes away, little kids are drawing werewolves and sea monsters.

Posted 7 Months Ago

If only we all had that secret garden to go to from time to time or Narnia or a dream that is our own Alice in wonderland. You can see it though child’s eyes such innocence and mimics trying to find out who they want to be . Nice write Beccy

Posted 9 Months Ago

No one says we have to grow up look me I am still not ready to grow up. not yet anyway. I still believe in fairies and fairytales. I loved your poem as sifted through the memory as a child.

Posted 9 Months Ago

The world of a child never ceases to amaze me. We have a number of very young children in our immediate area, which is a cul-de-sac , who will intrigue us with their imaginative games and stories. We even had a group who used to perform their own "street pantomime" and we would reward them with fruit and sweets.
Encourage them , I say, It's good for their development and our enlightenment, as your poem illustrates.


Posted 10 Months Ago

This could be ANY party with children & adults. I've always preferred sitting at the kid's table for exactly this reason. What you describe is one beautifully representative anecdote as to how children can shake us out of our doldrums. You've painted this scene with vivid imagery & poignant feelings & I love the details you choose to pump up your message (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

Posted 10 Months Ago

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Oh to be a kid again, carefree, happy, blissfully ignorant to the trials and tribulations that later life will undoubtedly bring to their door.
You paint a joyful scene Beccy.
Hope you are both well.

Posted 10 Months Ago

Now that is what I call magic.... any time of day or year will do........ N x

Posted 10 Months Ago

Oh, the imagination of children. One of my daughters as a small child loved to play at being a teacher, instructing her students as she stared at the wall just 3 ft. in front of her. I stood in the doorway watching, but she never missed a beat.
Wonderful Christmas poem!

Posted 10 Months Ago

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10 Months Ago

Something quite magical about a child lost in their own world of imagination.

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Added on January 25, 2019
Last Updated on January 27, 2019



Northampton, Northamptonshire, United Kingdom

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