Thursday, February 11, 2010

Bed Time

The witching hour. I'm gathering my resistances, but, instead, send tiny armed forces across the floor. Winged horses and knights with their swords drawn. They are circling my bed as I chant the spells of protection. Soon, somehow, it will be morning. The queen looks back. She's literate so she quotes Archibald MacLeish: "What love does is to arm. It arms the worth of life in spite of life." Her smile is bittersweet.

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