This imagery is recherche. (Ooh check out the new word!) :)

I am in love with this poem; the feel and flow of it. I think it captures that childhood innocence, and ability to believe in everything. There's this mysterious and magickal rythym to it as well. This is definately one of my new favorite poems.

"we searched, but the toadstools were always empty of faerie carcasses"

and

"because dreams burn the color of illusions"

were my two favorite lines in it.

I could have sworn I'd already reviewed this. Guess not.

The thing about this I like the best is the almost carnivalish feel to it - like they are children whose parents are carnies and here they play. Except there is also a more supernatural feeling I get from it too, as if something very creepy is coming. Soon.

As always, great imagery.

A very pretty, disturbing, beautiful, original poem. Reminds me of Noel Fieldings childish outlook mixed with the gothic taste of Poppy Z Brite. Very nice, i enjoyed it a lot.

Peace out, Kenzie

PS - Thank you for your review, for that i will now post chapter two. Laters...

You have a perception and a way with words that is utterly enchanting.

"and jars filled with ladybug daydreamsabandoned in the poison sunlight."

I absolutely adored this line.Beauitfully written.It really makes me want to reminisce.

- Oh, and thanks for the review. =]

I really like this. It's very dreamy and fantasy-ish, and it makes me want to write something brilliant... *sigh* Like that ever happens when I want it to. Thanks for you review =D Maranwe Telrunya