The Fair Folk are fond of mischief and misfits. Why else take a human child and switch it with one of their own? It may be a gift to live in a land you might otherwise have never known. But there is sadness too, in knowing you will never be quite part of the world of your blood.


Reshaping myself
to always fit, I forget
which is my true form.


Song Choice: Arcadia by Faun

This poem is linked to the Tuesday Platform at Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads