We were wishes, welcomed warmly,
Wrapped while wailing.
Weaned, wobbling.
Walking, wandering.
Waiting, waiting.
When we’ve withered,
Will we worry we wasted
Wistful wants with work?
With worry?
Will we wish we’d waged war with weekday waiting?
When we’ve waned,
When we’re weightless wind-born whispers,
Will we wish we’d woven wonders
With wild wide-eyed whimsy?
About the Creator
Ally North
NYC/Connecticut. I have degrees in Creative Writing and Anthropology; I write a lot of fantasy and spec fiction as well as the occasional stage play. When I'm not writing I'm eating candy and reading about shark attacks and plane crashes.
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I AM
This is not who I thought I would be. Before my family was captured and forced into slavery, I had aspirations of becoming a wealthy business owner or possibly a scholar and philosopher. Becoming a warrior was the furthest thing from my mind. Unfortunately, our Roman conquerors had other plans.
By Mark Gagnon7 days ago in Fiction
Comments (8)
I believe we will. Excellent piece.
Incredible 🌌
WOW! What wonderful wordsmithing! Wishing well!
I love the pauses you created with the questions, and the repetition of the word "will"!
Beautifully written and touching
Wonderful!!!💖💖💕
Wildly, wonderful writing!!!
Love it, Ally! You are wonderful, witty and wise. ❤️