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Tag Archives: wildlings
how to tame your dragon
start with your own fiery heart, the way it stops and starts. these ember’d -breath deaths are rare, and far between. they’re mostly looking for some -place to call home, some sky to call their own (and aren’t we all?) name her softly, with a hum of … Continue reading
Posted in April PAD 2023, dragon poems
Tagged dragons, here there be dragons, leave her wild, naming the dragon, spangling the dragon, wildlings
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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
Posted in Miz Q Prompts
Tagged banshee, corsets, crowns, here there be pirates, losing the shoes, pirates, princesses, uncorseted, wayward princesses, wildlings
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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
Wilding Wood is Not a Waiting Room
For the record, the wildlings (these wayward rebel-rogue princesses) are not ladies in waiting. They are not sitting about biding their time until their princes come or their fathers give permission or their fairy godmothers wave the wand. They’re quite happy here, fond of sun-kissed freckles and filthy feet. They’re … Continue reading
Posted in April PAD 2022
Tagged fairy godmother, moonbathing, uncorseted, wands, wayward princesses, wayward wands, Wilding Wood, wildlings
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Everything, Everything
Wild. See? See how the sun edges up again and the dandelions claim sidewalk cracks as stages. See the pages of the sky, churning clouds of dragon puff, enough to assure us everything is wild. And well. Moon casts her spell at dusk, and we … Continue reading
Shades
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
Wildling Wood
The princesses are at it again with their grins and their gin and their tutu spin. They’ve all been given second chances and seconds of cake. They’ve long shed their corsets and their crowns and their pumps and their frowns and the promises of being “saved” and decided to gambol with … Continue reading
All Those Wayward Ever Afters
There is laughter when they think of all they were supposed to be, all corseted and silver-spoon fed with feet crammed into ridiculous shoes. Here, even the steeds are unshod and trail-trod, mudlucious in their gorgeous freedom. This forest is flush with both silence and song. Here, they choose. … Continue reading