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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