Head cleared of cotton candy
and spider webs,
she begins to write
backwards and up-to-down.
Fairy tales
beginning at happily ever after,
famous quotations
from future generations.
Temporary lodger on Rainbow Lane,
dreamer extraordinaire.
Fuscia and chartreuse stripes
appear on sidewalks and gutter spouts.
Her wings, still nubs,
keep her anchored to earth,
impatiently waiting
for thirty-three o’clock.
Then, and only then,
will she dust herself in stars
summon her steadfast unicorn
and ride to the century’s morrow.
This is delightful. Still smiling.
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I had fun with this one π
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Love “her wings still nubs”…so deliciously graphic!
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Glad you enjoyed, Nan. She was a fun creature to create! π
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A wonderful write Lillian, so lovely to read on a sunny Sunday morning βΊπ xxx
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Sometimes it just feels so good to write in deliciously positive and fun fantasy! π
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βΊπ xxx
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I love this! Your thoughts and mine ran on similar lines π
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Sisterhood in poetry – love it!
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There’s nothing new under the sun, but some of us pick out the same details π
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Fantabulous! πΉπΉπΉπ
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Blush…
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