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I’m quite certain I shall be delicious, all crunchy toasted marshmallow center. But first, you exquisite beasty, let’s dance. For I have ever been more enamored of your scaly sway than a thousand simpering princes. You lead. I’ll stay. I … Continue reading
.. 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 … Continue reading
… His hair was shorter then, before the dragon. Before he caved to the wiles of woman, and wild of sky. Before the sword fell into sheath for good, and the woods swallowed them all whole, happily. Ever. ………………After. … Continue reading
.. They lied. What it really took was titanium pins to put Humpty back together again. .. Robert has us playing with the periodic table of elements for our poems today over at PAD day 5. Too much fun. … Continue reading
.. She’s finally let down her hair, bit both bullet and apple, grappled with gadgets and gizmos and thingamabobs galore, tamed beasts. The least he could do is show up. On time. With a little glint of hope. ………..Nope. … Continue reading
.. She sleeps , and her spun-gold tresses spindle down these cobbled castle walls. The feeling of gossamer against her skin, and a gentle mourning for fragile footwear. A half -bitten apple. A fading rose. A watchtower, the call … Continue reading