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Tag Archives: fractured fairy tales
We Wildlings
We wander. We whim. We swim in streams and bathe in moon. We swoon over sunrise, or we sometimes we sleep in. We’ve cast our shoes to chasms and collapse in fits and spasm of laughter. We’ve decided happy (ever after) means home among the … Continue reading
Cinderella Smells a Rat
So, the clock strikes midnight and that’s the end of it? The mice turn back,a lost shoe? (The damned things were killing her feet, anyway.) Listen, Pumpkin:after all that, if he only recognizes you by size (aching feet or otherwise), maybe it’s time to for you to steal a real horse and shoo,before … Continue reading
Posted in April PAD 2022
Tagged bibbidi bobbidi boo, Cinderella, fractured fairy tales, mice, shoes, smell poems, wayward princesses, Wilding Wood
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Happily Ever
After the rain (before the moon), they hum their free-dom tunes to a storied sky. The world whirls by with a royal flair, but they’rejust happy to behere with the trees. ::In November, we poem.
Breaking Point
They’ve gone wild(these wayward princesses),bored of bibbidi-bobbidi boo,tired of titles and weary of woo. They’ve decided to break it all down lose the shoes and crack their crowns into a mosaic of glitterglee. See? The world shines better broken. Spoken. Free. ::It’s Quadrille Monday over at dVerse … Continue reading
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Tagged dVerse poems, fixing the endings, fractured fairy tales, Quadrille, wayward princesses, wildling wood
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Next to the Oldest Oak Tree
That’s where they gather the most, the mossand the moments that remind them they’re free. There are three small pines where they’ve cast their shoes. Here they pause to remember their past. And then there’s the moon. Eyes and swords skyward,they whisper thank you to stars, and know … Continue reading
Well at the End of the Wood
The water’s clean and cold and good, pulled straight up from a lower spring. They sing as they go, not the high princess ah-ah-ah of their former selves, but a low high-ho of work well done and freedom won and stories spun, laced in laughter and woven-whim’d … Continue reading
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Tagged fixing the endings, fractured fairy tales, wayward princesses, wildling wood
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{Répondez s’il vous play}
They don’t want to wear shoes or dress up or drink from silver cups or dance with the king’s dumb son. And so they run. And then they RSVP to treesand breeze and mudluscious gleeand all the wheeeee they can stand. ::Catching up a little, backwards and in … Continue reading
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Tagged fixing the endings, fractured fairy tales, wayward princesses, wildling wood
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Kissing Frogs They do it all the time nowat the stream, in the marsh, in their own mudluscious homesbecause now they know (whew.) no (“someday”) prince will comeand the frogs love it and it’s all just in good fun. ::In November, we poem. And … Continue reading
DragonDance
Every Saturday night, the girls once again don the crowns, but looped round (and round and round) their arms as hula hoopsspun in a whirl of rubysapphirediamondgold. War stories are told and fairytales spun, too, and the rescued dragons know just what to do with the cast-off (ridiculous) high -heeled shoes (they’re … Continue reading