Waiting for the message to bring her back from exile
the vagabond princess was banished sans trial
Main street palace of cardboard and plastic
from trashcans and trolley are fashions ecstatic
Ballroom gown of raincoats and vinyl
lipstick applied crooked thick with a smile
Ignored by passersby in the cold of the night
our princess is frozen to the very thought of her plight
Eyes fixed wide with dream finally realized
compassionate message ends her earthly exile
9 comments:
this has a sad beauty to it, and I mean that in such a good way.
Very moving. A bittersweet moment. Thanks.
A thought provoking response to the prompt. I enjoyed this very much.
touching. loved it!
I wonder how many messages are answered in just this way?
Although I don't understand all of it I know this vagabond princess is sending her message across the wires of time ...
At least she made a fashion statement while she was here, oh and a bit of recycling.
C.F.
sad yet beautiful!
Wow.
You are an excellent writer.
What a big message
delivered via
simple verse.
I am reading some of the Sunday Scribbling posts tonight. Glad I clicked on yours.
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