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The Mysterious Red Fairy

Ravi is a traveler and foodie who loves to visit off-the-beaten-track places and understand the culture, history and customs behind them.

A prose poem inspired by Brenda's word prompt Fairy.



The tribesman described his mysterious fairy,

a pious fear oozing from his veins,

eyes burning with intense, religious fervor.


His fairy came down from the unknown skies,

red, lustrous body glittering in the brilliant sun,

exquisite nostrils breathing out waves of hot air,

dazzling magical verses written on her majestic forehead,

gleaming weapons engulfed in a halo of luminescence,

an aura of supreme power inclosing her graceful body.


A sudden curiosity gripped my mind,

thirst for adventure tickled my senses,

I accompanied the tribesman to see his fairy.


A big thatched hut came before my eyes.

Its doorway guarded by grotesque sculptures,

fear-struck people standing in respectful silence,

wizened priests muttering mysterious chants.

I entered the temple and saw the fairy.

It was a red German weather balloon.

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