It was a CLEAR path to The Hill, with a smaller MOUND or two, hillocks really, in between. The Prince and his faithful companion, Frank, were a few days into their quest. Traveling alongside was an entourage of elves and fairies. They made quite the spectacle through the forest and along the road. Some of the creatures had the purpose of gathering morning dew and fresh blossoms to provide a BOOST of energy when needed. Others of these clever companions had the very useful skill of being able to FOIST all manner of negative things into another dimension, only to pick them up a mile down the road transformed into something useful. The category of negative was quite wide, encompassing emotions like despair or confusion or objects like rotten fruit or spoiled meat. It not only kept them from wasting food but also kept spirits up and made the journey more pleasant. In any case, the Prince and Frank were quite pleased with their progress. They should reach The Hill in a few days.

Georg’ann

Identity Play

Tween afternoons, evenings
SPARE time, practice new looks. 
Magazines spread on the floor. 
Inspirations to replicate, 
execution at times 
closer to cake wrecks. 
BLUSH applied strategically. 
Sculpting cheekbones, 
giving a healthy glow. 
Lip and eyeliner, 
shapeshifting our features. 
Adding beauty dots, lines. 
TWIST hair into soft waves, 
shellac with firm hold spray. 
Lotions and creams keep
young skin MOIST, supple. 
As if it weren’t naturally so. 
Devouring what culture
FOIST upon us, delighting in 
the craft of becoming 
alternate versions of ourselves. 

Heather