In a teenager's cave of dreams
Lies a dragon knocking gently on glass
She filed back her claws and fangs
Braided wool to cover her bright diamond scales
Swallowed peaches and plums and sugary drinks
So her voice would be honey sweet.
Out in a daisy field
Hiding in the light of fading fallen stars
Is a unicorn.
She filed back her horn
And washed the glow from her hooves.
Watch her tackle and tame her curling mane
At a chance to not falter because she flies.
See the lion-bodied sphinx
Meet to play netball with the griffins,
But just like the sirens would remind her always,
She's not welcome in either of their teams.
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A poem I wrote last night.
About the Creator
Ruby Red
Heya friend, I'm Red!
I write poetry, so subscribe for a hint of vulnerability, some honesty and the occasional glimpse behind my mask 🌱
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The Ritual of Winter Challenge Winners
Welcome to the Winners Announcement for The Ritual of Winter challenge. This prompt focused on winter rituals and the meaning that settles into them over time. The top pieces stay grounded in ordinary acts and repeated routines, letting winter shape the work through pace, attention, and restraint.
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It's a shame things like this happen
Very good work 👏