I started to write this one when I first saw this photo on Facebook. I did some research to find the true name of the mountain and then wrote down a few lines. Then I saw Eugenia’s weekly prompt was “fairy” and things took off from there.
UPDATE– However, the fact checkers did not have all the facts when I checked, and it seems I was duped. Fact checkers I used (and I used several) only had the name of the mountain as being incorrect, and they all agreed that this was a drone image. However, it seems they have been updated and the image is really the digital work of an artist named Jean-Michel Bihorel. Thank you to Susi Blocks who brought this to my attention. I may remove the post entirely but I will take a minute to think about that.
She rests now,
Some giant stone fairy of another land,
Another time, when fantastic creatures
Walked with us.
There is in me
Awe, admiration of her peace—
Thinking wistfully of what if’s—
Had I been born a giantess of stone
Or one with fairy blood of snow—
I could have loved her,
Curled behind her,
Spooned for centuries.
No one to care,
Disturb the peace
Till seen from above
By a modern drone—
Then perhaps humanity might again know
Fantastical creatures once roamed,
But I am no fantastic being.
Possessing no magic,
I am no match for a mythic wonder.
My blood, without a drop of the fairy kind,
Destine for warmer, ordinary climes.