Wilding Wood is Not a Waiting Room

For the record, the wildlings 
(these wayward rebel-rogue princesses) 
are not ladies 
in waiting. 

They are not sitting about biding 
their time until 
their princes come 
or their fathers give permission 
or their fairy godmothers wave the wand. 

They’re quite happy here, fond 
of sun
-kissed freckles and filthy feet. 

They’re complete in their own un
-corseted skin. There is no im
-patience for anything but that 
slowly setting sun, so that 
the moonbathing might begin. 

::
In April, we poem.

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