it keeps on knocking at my ..face, while i'm typing

i woke up, opened the living room window and a butterfly dancer attacked me, chaotically fluttering around my head. i drew back, ducking and dodging while cautiously keeping it in my sight, until it sat on my windowsill and rested there for a while. as i was slowly extending my head up from behind the couch, frowning at it not scouting away for better armchairs in the woods, i noticed its right wing was partially slashed and bent sidewards. then it arose again, danced shamefully close to my face some more, relishing my refusal to strike back, ..and when it flowed down on my windowsill again, its wing was perfectly intact.

Witty‑faced snowmen and Christmas tree carols,

Joy‑brightened faces with eyelids that sing,

Music from pianos, from harps, flutes and viols —

These are a few of the magical things.

Ferris wheels pending on sheer cotton candy,

Lemonades flowing in rivers to drink,

Mother’s hair brandy, and father’s look dandy —

These are a few of the magical things.

Stork nests on tall poles ‘bove gardens of gladioles,

Dandelions that fly above fields dressed in pink,

Horserides ‘tween old oaks and ice cream in huge bowls —

These are a few of the magical things.

Sparrows’ heads looming in apple trees blooming,

Letters uphidden in doves’ stretched wings,

Snow mantles pluming while chimneys are fuming —

These are a few of the magical things.

Damsels in a craze getting lost through a bright maze,

Kaleidoscope beamings inside of a ring,

The sun’s joyous white rays entwining with leaf plays —

These are a few of the magical things.

Moments of wonder and wild storms with thunders,

Breakfasts announced by guitar-strumméd strings,

The luckiest number dreamt in a moment of slumber —

These are a few of the magical things.

A shy girl’s cheeks blushing while he comes in rushing,

A walk by a lake’s lotus glints and swans’ swings,

A spring’s water gushing by a windkite that’s flushing —

These are a few of the marvellous things.

Pigeons on square spots and warm soups in new pots,

White ravens playing the knights and the kings;

Umbrellas in red dots ‘bove hand‑knitted wool knots —

These are a few of the wondrous things.

Aubergines baking, October smoke waking,

Boroughs with gypsies that sell ‘cordion dings;

Fire‑lit chambers, those flickering embers —

These are a few of the fabulous things.

A maid’s flopping lashes in a snow‑sleigh that’s dashing,

A tea cup in grandmother’s room, with her wink;

A dolphin’s tail splashing near a lighthouse that’s flashing —

..All just a few of the magical things.

(july 2009, 'the plastic swan's song' excerpt; inspirational route, the sound of music, 'my favourite things'.)