Wednesday, August 17, 2022

Poem Number Six

 Guess who? Me. "Wonderlands."


Stepping outside

I’ve become Lucy Pevensie

Curiously peeking around snowy corners and trees blanketed in white

Searching for a lamppost or a lion.

Or, perhaps,

A snow queen,

Whose icy domain is the winter world around her.

Tiny cerulean people hammer tinier pieces of ice,

Forming each into a snowflake and tossing it into the air.

Each one is different, for artists never do the same thing twice.

Or, maybe,

A girl who is turned the size of a mouse,

A girl with a nutcracker,

Whose slipper felled a king.

Or, possibly,

An amber fox,

Silver and fawn lining its pointed snout

As it dashes through the snow,

It’s fiery coat clashing magnificently

With the constant white surrounding. 

As much as I wish I could be these things,

I’m still just a girl with a head full of stories,

Spinning them out into the wintry sky 

And hoping someone will listen.

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