Category: Daughter of the Earth
There are no windows
In my ivory walls,
And yet the light finds a way in,
And I can still speak to the wind.
Her quintessential kingdom awaited her,
With its thousand ivory towers
Tall, gleaming and identical,
All of them alike, but one.
“Home” is a difficult word to describe.
You can’t tell if it’s a place or a person,
Maybe that’s why it’s so difficult to find.
“Isn’t it strange,
How a name has the power
To make even the most fearsome monster
Suddenly seem humane?”
In the middle of nowhere
And yet at the centre of two worlds,
Stood the ancient structure
With walls crumbling to dust
Carried so far from home,
Cold, lost and alone,
And for the first time,
Feeling more than just a little frightened.
She knew she had a purpose
Right where she lived
And maybe she was also afraid of the unknown
So she never left
All the woods have turned to cities,
Except for a little patch of trees
That remains, guarded by the haunted library
Once upon a time
Long long ago
We used to look for fairies
Outside our bedroom window