Put your ear up close.
    Fairies never hear
the ringing of a bluebell.

There’ll be a sound.
    Unless you’re partly fairy.
That’s how to tell.

Seth Crook rarely leaves the Isle of Mull. His poems travel for him. This year they have appeared in such places as Northwords Now, Poetry Scotland, The Journal, Raum, Lighthouse, Antiphon, Picaroon, Snakeskin, Ink, Sweat and Tears and elsewhere. (Elsewhere should be a magazine, but isn’t). He currently edits the poem/photo section of The Fat Damsel.