GloPoWriMo: Day 28

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Up Redwood Road
To my sister, the fairy queen

Look! Remember this boulder? It’s still here–of course it is. Where would it go, without ice flow to heave it off the mountain? It looks the same, only more dappled in sunlight. “Take out your braids! Take off your clothes! Perch on the rock, like a fairy girl!” I wouldn’t model for your Imogen Cunningham moment, though I yearned to be transformed into art. Mom would scold if my hair were a mess. I stood unhappy, in the shade between allegiance and duty. You got married. I escaped to college. Let’s meet again at the rock, all these lifetimes later. Let’s strip naked, cloak ourselves in our long white hair, and perch on the boulder, two fairy crones, dappled princess maidens, always.

Daily Prompt:  “Draft a prose poem in the form/style of a postcard,” from the Na/GloPoWriMo site.

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