A fairy is a stretched avatar
tricked up to look tall on stage
by dwarf sets and fantastic architecture,
in this case, low-clipped bushes
of lavender and rosemary
and a post-modern playground
of a dish for swinging,
furniture for clambering
and a cows-head for see-sawing;
all set in sand.
A fairy has a febrile mind:
whatever it is not doing
is done by human kind.
A fairy that is not frolicking,
like the one that just came fossicking,
is human in my mind.
Good analogies between fairies, dwarves and human beings. M. Walker.
metal detector? a way to figure out which is human and which is avatar?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this is (also) somewhat of a mystery to me. but a kind of enjoyable one. i looked up avatar and am not sure which is meant here. i did have a brush with wondering if this poem had anything to do with gays........as fairy has been used to refer to them. maybe, again, my being from another former british colony, not australia, runs some interference for my attempt to understand. but, DON'T WORRY, i don't plan to lose sleep over this. thanks for sharing. :)