All along, we looked for signs of existence,
And they were right here, under our noses.
They might have faded into stories,
But the blood of the supernatural still runs deep,
Passed down through generations,
We need only look closely.
Sirens are among those with voices of honey,
So captivating, even Time would stop.
We see Mermaids by the sea,
Knee deep in water, looking pensive.
We see Dryads in their little gardens,
Talking and tending to their little greens.
Pixies can be heard in chiming laughter,
So infectious, it makes you want to smile.
We see Fairies in the ballet dancer,
Whom we swore, just hovered mid-air.
They haven’t vanished. Not entirely;
The blood of the supernatural runs within us.
We’re the ones with untapped Magic.
It makes me wonder,
What you or I could be.
∼ © Shubhangi Srinivasan.
Hey everyone! In the spirit of National Poetry Writing Month, I will be writing some poems for every day of April. Each Day will have a new prompt. I hope I can keep up with the challenge. You can join me in celebrating #NaPoWriMo 2019 and check out the prompts here. I’ll look forward to hearing from you.