HOME OF THE FAIRYTALE

I want to stand as the castle. Muscle of the landscape strong and pronounced even in my broken figure capturing the sun against ancient stone that hides war and magic under the collapsed ceiling of stars.

I want to embrace ivy creeping up my walls in attempts to bury me like a casket as another mystery to my tale text to chapters of lush gardens and love.

Not even the gaze of a princess veiled in beauty who snatches all attention in folds

6 of her striking red dress could faze me her eyes rolling up and down my figure as if awaiting a young prince to leap from my windows swing her off the balcony waltz her into a fairytale instead of settling for novels.

Even then I would shield the legends give them away sparingly to those who dare to look.

I would rival the mountains watercolor sky and roaring white clouds forever the pages of my own once upon a time.

Based on Reading the Legend by Lilly Martin Spencer