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( In a world turned upside down) (Poem by Wendy Howe ) The Playwright thought as others have, I am a prankster an elfin boy who might braid two horse tails together or steal household goods; matchsticks, spools of thread or a new bride's sanity. But I am female, part girl, part lace-wing moth who rises from a candle flame to spice dreams, deepen the scent of fruit and make hinges on a screen door hum like a choral spell enticing lovers to come out and seize the Summer night. Puck is rooted in Pulchritude and leaps so quickly off the tongue that I adore the staccato plucking -- one syllable, one vocal string that ignites a girdle of stars, a galaxy of feminine charms. To know more about this poem, about Wendy Howe All Images & Poems (En) 
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