One glance and the frozen case of my poise patters
to the floor like shattered eggshells.
It doesn’t take a kiss to give me my fairytale transformation:
Frog to fanciful female.
Like a frosted fiction cloak woven in decaying darkness,
my dull aura suddenly blazes crimson red.
I cannot help but glow.
Not a muttered word stored,
trembling hot, in the footlocker of my mind.
Nor a panic desperate name whispered
in the dead of night.
Instead a lubricious crown placed on a golden head.
Red lips. Hacksaw serrated stare.
Nails screeching across my eager welcome smile.
My crystal wish-granted in pieces.
Little match girl.
I like the fariytale here. Thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeletePamela
Dear Miss Bird, a very creative response to the prompt in this new-some breath of a fairytale! The images, the tale, are just a delightful step away from the common threads. I love the lines,
ReplyDelete"Frog to fanciful female.
Like a frosted fiction cloak woven in decaying darkness,
my dull aura suddenly blazes crimson red."
Very nice indeed. Thanks for this one!
I was very taken with and impressed by your language in this piece. I love the twist on the fairy tale -- a princess coming alive instead of a prince. And you used many of the words well this week -- nothing out of place, nothing superfluous. Lovely work this week.
ReplyDelete-Nicole
Great! I really enjoyed this.
ReplyDeleteI really liked how you did this prompt. I thought the alliterations were excellent!
ReplyDeletewell done...footlocker of my mind especially good
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