Afloat in jacaranda clouds
perfumed with sweet white
jasmine, another universe
a heroine in a lovely dress
converses with a protagonist
who does not exist
My book about a kidnapped
prince, slave to servants of a
rich man’s whim, heart broken
when unrecognized by wizard
and ogre demanding to see
the rich man’s son – not him
My refuge from reality where
I bury fairy dust that magics
life into something wonderful,
determined to stay bound and
gagged until all my work is done
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem