She had walked
Long and far
In the land
Of infinitive sorrow
Bent double from
The weight
Drank only from
The well of loneliness
Made her bed beneath
Weeping willows
Dreamt the troubled
Dreams
And accepted this as
Her fate
Then there
Was a stirring
Deep inside
A fierce longing to
Reject this yoke
Of sorrow
Walk the
Hidden paths
Of the fairy queens
Drink deeply the
Cool moonlight
Until it flowed
Pure and silver
Through her veins
Her heart and spirit
Lifting
Soaring
While stars
Danced in her eyes
Brave & Reckless 
Once again, beautiful… ❤
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Thank you! The urge to write through some old issues has been very strong today.
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Beautiful C-Ray!
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Thank you dear friend. I am traveling some interesting paths these days.
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Beautiful, Christine.
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Thank you Vidur!
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did it again
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So lovely!
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Thank you dear!
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Love this, Christine! 💙
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Thank you Phoebe! I am practically thinking in poetry this week . Couldn’t sleep last night until I got this one out.
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Well I’m glad you did. This is quite something. 🙂
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I adore this, you made me feel just like her, walking in her footsteps x
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That is quite the compliment! Thank you so much. I’m glad that it was so evocative for you.
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You’re welcome! Perhaps it was all those childhood years I spent pretending to be a fairy princess or queen. It’s also the structure, each short line, a step; or that is the English teacher in me creeping out… I loved it.
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I love when my poems resonate for someone else. I was pretty sure I was not the only other fairy queen out there!
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Christine Ray, Brave and Reckless
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