Hoyden
Perched in a tree
high aloft her mystic mountain
a hoyden sits
wrenching daisies from her hair
She cackles as they cascade
down to earth
Fluttering in a last attempt to fly
The last recognizes defeat,
alighting on the forest floor
She bursts from her throne
crashing atop the petals she’s discarded
Whooping, she stands,
brushes off her dirt covered skirt
Some day, I will be free
Nov 10, 2014
Nov 10, 2014 at 4:29 AM UTC
Hoyden
Perched in a tree
high aloft her mystic mountain
a hoyden sits
wrenching daisies from her hair
She cackles as they cascade
down to earth
Fluttering in a last attempt to fly
The last recognizes defeat,
alighting on the forest floor
She bursts from her throne
crashing atop the petals she’s discarded
Whooping, she stands,
brushes off her dirt covered skirt
Some day, I will be free
