After gathering with the other travellers in the Woods,
and paying homage to the Muses,
a strange portal appeared. It was a postbox slot in
green, shimmering in the sun, covered
with ivy fig. No sooner had I passed through
the small, narrow opening…
…did a handsome faerie wren appear,
chirping and talking in a human voice. “Come away,
fair maiden, come away…” it said, with a
whistle and a chirp, and bade me hop on
its back. “You did want to fly, didn’t you?”
So it was with travelling robes
and Enchanteur’s bag flying,
I soared above the Woods, aloft in
the clear sky on the wren’s back. The regulation glasses
made me see everything vividly, so I kept them on.
Even the familiar paths through the
Murmuring Woods looked different from high above.
Trust Enchanteur to make the journey interesting!
She never fails! I had my anchor safely tucked
away for any necessary landing, however sudden.
It was not long before we would see Rainbow
Beach, said the wren, but that it would not
appear as I imagined…
On these journeys, nothing ever does!
(copyright Imogen Crest 2008.)