Where the Story Took Her
I once heard of a girl who was
so high above us that she was
her very own bright moon.
Her face was her pride, and
her laughter star-sparkling.
I heard that she was all legs
and luxury, lips like plums, and
eyes of lavender-lilt.
She wore pastel-pink shorts,
and wobbled about on spiky heels.
I heard that girl drank absinthe
for lunch, and that’s why she’s
always a few sheets to the wind.
4Q ©️ Misky 2020 Image from Wikipedia “Princess and the Pea”