Throwing Stones at Wayward Thrones

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We are the princesses of ice
and fire and fog and fluff. We have
had enough of your glass
…………(ceilings)
slippers
and your velvet chairs
not meant for sitting
and your golden stair
demands of our locks. Your frocks
of silk and satin and lace
have no place here. Our legs
are bare and our feet
are filthy, mudluscious in
their river
beds.

We pebble stories and we
crown our heads in only daisies
and sunlight, fairy kisses and
the bright bright embrace
of moon. We swoon
for only breeze, the whisper
of trees on our un-noosed
necks; our un
-bodiced bodies sway
with delight at the sight
of our ink-smudged cheeks
and our mussed hair.

If you dare
to join us, take off
your fussy shoes
and your bruised ego
and your high-horse haught.

And that dragon
you think you’ve caught?
……………….Bring him.

Now he knows how to dance.

 

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Delightfully prompted by Miz Q. Also shared over at Toads.