Katherine Mansfield

(14 October 1888 – 9 January 1923 / Wellington)

The Opal Dream Cave - Poem by Katherine Mansfield

In an opal dream cave I found a fairy:
Her wings were frailer than flower petals,
Frailer far than snowflakes.
She was not frightened, but poised on my finger,
Then delicately walked into my hand.
I shut the two palms of my hands together
And held her prisoner.
I carried her out of the opal cave,
Then opened my hands.
First she became thistledown,
Then a mote in a sunbeam,
Then--nothing at all.
Empty now is my opal dream cave.


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  • (12/2/2017 8:52:00 AM)


    The simplicity of childhood plays with nature make the poem so fantastic (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002



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