So just excerpting a poem doesn’t count as publishing it, right?
This is one stanza of a poem I wrote for today’s #CreativeSprint challenge to make something inspired by a children’s fable or fairy tale.
“They told us not to eat the poison, drink the poison, but we didn’t listen.
Given wings, how could we possibly resist the sun?
We didn’t see that we were the brave little children who would be forced to grow up too fast.
That the stories were instructions for survival
Maps to find our way to new homes we would make with new families that might love us for our honest humility,
Honor us for the royalty of our character, instead of taking advantage of our goodness.
That was all we really ever wanted.
It was never about a palace or a prince or golden eggs.”