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Here Thar Be Treasure
They’d rather be pirates than princesses; the games just look more fun. They’ll don some swords, learn some salty words and parley silk for sun. They’d rather be pirates than princesses, so they strike out for sea with flags un-furled, these savvy, wily wildling … Continue reading
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Tagged banshee, corsets, crowns, here there be pirates, losing the shoes, pirates, princesses, uncorseted, wayward princesses, wildlings
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Happily, Ever
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 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
Losing the Shoes
They finally objected to being objectified and so they flung them far and wide and ran for a land far, far away – a Wood where they could laugh and dance and play without bunions and ballsand midnight calls and step-mothers and -sisters and overbearing fathers … Continue reading