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They are still unshod, by god-mother. (These wayward Wildling rebel-rogue princesses.) Barefoot loose and fancy only in their own daisy-chained glee. Nobody’s waiting to be saved. No-body’s even shaved in weeks and weeks. It’s all grown wild, like weedsand flowers, ivy. Stars. Some days, they … Continue reading
We tried giving them buttons,but they melted those in no time. The zippers were a disaster, as they already had enough teeth. Buckles were troubleand lace ties were – no surprise – not much help, either. The brooches looked ridiculous. Pins seemed promising until they didn’t. And so just like thatwe allowed them to snap. … Continue reading
forgive us, but we’ve become members with their embers. we are also in cahoots with the grass -roots efforts of faeries, and flowers. we now spend hoursand hours scheming with that sky and her conniving moon. all this cons-piracy has caused us to paint our sails with … Continue reading
we are the smallish ones, of tiny scales and silver tails sealedin scarlet slip of sky. we drink from butter-cups and saucer moonto soothe our embered tongues. we sing in hum -mingbird thrum. we wee beasties swallow fallen stars to stoke our shine. and we find … Continue reading
i.smallish voodoo dolls shaped like dragons, lined up in opposite roygbiv. ii.crocus-crocodiles pushing up snow with icy stamin teeth. iii.a brief respite from the wind: a corner news-stand. ink. iv.a wide maw of sky; a smudge of stars. v. but nobody asked you? true. ::Today’s attempt for NaPoWriMo, day 18.
Watch her land and stand watch. Catch her spare spangled scales as they fall. Hear her talons scritch, the roared hitch in her song. She’ll cover you in veiny wingsthe smoky ink of starry breaththe embered scent of sky. She’ll warm you, warn you. Teach you … Continue reading
They’re vast in their spangled skin, gargantuan , stupendous. Tremendous, reallyhow they fly,become the sky as they blot the sun. We’ve got a huge crush on the blue one; if you’re patient at sunrise, she sings. The green giant’s got a secret stash of tinytreasured things. The puce one’s … Continue reading
we are spun -sugar star sisters perched on delicate tongues, violet ones savored in tang of rain. we swallow scribble. we dribble-drizzle rasp -berry paint over syllable and stanza, stained. we’ve got ink between our teeth and hiccup’d giggle-hopeinside our veins. our pen-chants for fancy are … Continue reading
Surprising, really how fast she finds her wings, cobbles broken things back together and sets her self (less shattered) back to sun. She molds a smile from emberedash and tears, mosaics splintered years into a dragon-armored kite and calls herself wild, child of moon and other borrowed … Continue reading
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