She finds pixie dust
in corners. In jars she hides
pinches of magic.
All of my fellow Pendragons inspire me. We're a fantasy-based writing club that meets at Panera on Sundays for critiques; but some of us also meet Friday to do additional writing. Today, it was Carmen and me. She was describing how she tried to make everyday people and objects magical. I tried to add that she was able to see magic where others saw dust... and suddenly the poem was born.
Just hope the other Pendragons don't get jealous.