Tag Archives: wayward princesses

Next to the Oldest Oak Tree 

Posted on November 29, 2021 by whimsygizmo

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 →

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Well at the End of the Wood 

Posted on November 26, 2021 by whimsygizmo

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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{Répondez s’il vous play}

Posted on November 26, 2021 by whimsygizmo

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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Posted on November 22, 2021 by whimsygizmo

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 →

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DragonDance 

Posted on November 22, 2021 by whimsygizmo

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 →

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Shades 

Posted on November 19, 2021 by whimsygizmo

Sometimes it’s all they wear, these wayward princesses basking in the sun; not the Risky Business “future’s so bright” kind, but the way the tree slants just right kind, for leafy shadow tattoos.  They choose the warmest part of day and make their me-andered way to forest floor … Continue reading →

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Thirsty Thursdays 

Posted on November 18, 2021 by whimsygizmo

They drink from stream and lake and oak-leaf dewand brew their tea from waterfall fountain.  There’s a banquet of snacksand a welcome knack for napping and every hour’s happy now because their feet are bare and there’s no one to stare and the chores are shared and nobody’s … Continue reading →

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Losing the Shoes 

Posted on November 17, 2021 by whimsygizmo

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 →

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The Sacred Whims of Wildling Wood 

Posted on November 16, 2021 by whimsygizmo

The forest floor is strewn with high-heeled shoes, for we rebel princesses have shucked our crowns and chucked our corsets and ditched  the bibbidi-bobbidi(boo)ballin favor of gentler things:  mirror ponds (fairest of them all),fiery dragon dances and fairy wings.  :: Linda Lee’s got a fun Quadrille challenge for us … Continue reading →

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So Much for Their Happy Endings 

Posted on November 9, 2021 by whimsygizmo

They came here (to Wildling Wood, in case you’ve only just joined us) to be alone, free from thrones and overbearing stepmothers and glass slippers and princes still thinking slaying the dragon is the right way to go.  Hey, even the fairy godmother grows tiresome in the end.  What … Continue reading →

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