Pixie Pocket Green Vertical bird When Alistair leaves the chapel

When Alistair leaves the chapel for the last time

matching them to the colours around her — lilac to foxglove

Her reflection shifts with it — shoulders lifting

It doesn’t match the rest — too intact

not all at once

Pixie Pocket Green Vertical bird When Alistair leaves the chapelIn the sunlit corners of old gardens, where the wildflowers lean close and the bees trade secrets, the pixies had their ways. They needed little just a pocket to carry what mattered: a petal plucked at dawn, a smooth stone warmed by the sun, a handkerchief for happy tears. Light on the wrist, easy to slip on before darting through the tall grass or spinning beneath the open sky. Their Pixie Pockets held small treasures: a note folded twice, a mirror