After I was done snickering at the last line of today’s poem, I realized that 4 out of my latest 5 posts were inspired by something I got from my Shelle. I like that… No, I really love that—with friends this inspiring, my Muse shall never run out of ideas to play with.
Between reality and fiction,
With broken bones,
she told her tale
on a canvas of pain and lore.
Armed to the teeth—never stained
by lipstick—she rebelled,
She claimed her Self,
painted a future of strength and novelty;
the creative Force is still strong with that one.
Her hair? Unrivaled…
P.S. The bit of flash fiction for Expanded Wee Bits, 6, will be up this Tuesday. 😉