ways and worlds

blurred light through trees

Tomorrow is the summer solstice, a time when the veil between worlds is supposed to grow thin.

I’ve read plenty of stories of people wandering unintentionally into the realm of the Fair Folk, but fewer that tell of deliberate trespass or offer instructions on how to find and open any of the doors between worlds.

On a walk last week I found a snail perched high on a bare tree trunk and remembered the words of the song by Donovan:

The lock upon my garden gate’s a snail, that’s what it is

I wonder what realms would be unlocked if I only knew the right Word to speak.

snail on bare tree trunk

Author: don't confuse the narrator

Exploring the boundary between writer and narrator through first person poetry, prose and opinion

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