I couldn’t see them at first.
It took practice, lots of practice.
At first I tried around stationary objects, a bath, a table, a sink.
Anything I could squint my eyes around to catch a glimpse before a blink.
Then the spaces between people, the gaps in how they walk, spaces in their words or adjusting how they talk.
It took many hours.
I watched the nights turn thin.
Then just like flaming rainbows I felt a stir begin.
A sound a shuffle made or a shuffle made sound.
It matters not the motion the sight was most profound.
A hazy mist came coloured and I dare’d not turn around.
For a goblin fought a lion both not one foot off the ground.
A pygmy choked a fairy and an Ogre beat a cloud.
All of which danced between a hungry pack of hounds.
©G.P Williamson 2017