Jun 21


Once upon a time, 
blueberries reigned and 
children died for satin. 
They longed for the taste of 
silver and wished for creamy, 
woolen sheep, reaching up 
towards the ink-filled sky. 
Pluck your blackberries, clutch 
your coins, dream of winters. 
Fly with Peter and run with 
Maribelle. Hide from the Queen’s
ruby apples, bow to lilies.
But you may laugh,
scoop up glittering marbles
from the grit of riverbanks,
twirl your dresses and coats.
Love and lean into life.