I see the crystal raindrops fall
And the beauty of it all
Is when the sun comes shining through…
— “Just the Two of Us”
by George Washington Jr.
Our Monarch lived in a Glass Castle in the sky & I did not fear for her.
Because I wanted to be just like her: different and well-liked, escorted
by her legion of novels and residential canvases. Life at nine.
Our Monarch lived in a Glass Castle in the sky & I was afraid for her.
One dawn, the Sun, Granter of Crowns, didn’t fancy what was painted
on the walls. Something too promiscuous or braggadocious. And
are queens without Crowns still considered queens? Agitated
adolescence.
Our Monarch lived in a Glass Castle in the sky & she was afraid for me
when God and His Guys, Shifters & Swipers of Crowns, were really
letting
me have it. Panes slid; rules shifted: debutante-in-training. I chucked
her hairbrush, shattering mirror. But before I could tear skin: sugar
glass.
Damned incantation! Be sweet, she interjected, don’t let them see you
sweat.
Our Monarch lived in a Glass Castle in the sky & she feared me. A lotus flower,
I welcomed the mud. Had impressed the Sun and stole magic from
Shifters. By my
Jordan Year, I jumped where she hesitated. Molded her lofty steps into a child’s slide,
then smiled the entire way down. Blessed to dust off my gown, to reshape my putty
Crown with each ascent. From the highest window, her tears fell like rain. I reign.