the flowery cliffs, climb with the girl
whose battleground is night,
when the watcher comes.
She shows me where stars gather,
re-marks Pegasus with Indian
summer palms; he is her favourite.
My girl prepares to face the entity astride
defiance bright with alchemy,
a firstblood stance packed with a vital strike.
I reclaim her courage to say no,
climb cliffs for flowers, to be difficult and wild.
unposted draft for a poetry challenge on Wild Poetry Forum;
they want an “i reclaim my inner child” type thing and i’m not really into that, not in public anyway *heh