one fell night a swan
princess dreams herself human
gold plaits in soft garb
one fell night a swan
flies herself high, perches in
tall tower window
dreams herself human
waits for her sweet prince’ kiss; his
lips soft as velvet
gold plaits in soft garb
feathers plucked in bare envy
imprisons herself
I love these images and also the clever way you kept the 5-7-5 throughout!
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Thank you, Paula. Last year I wrote all slimverse, this year they are all troiku. Glad you have been enjoying them. POPO is a lot of fun. Something you might want to take part in next year 🙂
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Beautiful story/ poem Li.
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Thank you! The grass isn’t always greener on the other side…
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No it just looks Like that. 😉
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