She’s precariously propped into the branching of a big white sycamore tree –
lulling in its night-breeze waves of mid-summer canopy.
Her impervious noggin is arm-pillowed. Her cape is hanging. Her epic sighs
and galesome snores blow old black shingles off our parents’ house here nearby.
Having saved us all once more from some villain’s devious plot,
she’s fully beat… ultra-tired… completely, preternaturally shot…
Crack of dawn, she’ll be gone. Where she’ll go’s not mine to know.
For now, though, my supersister sleeps outside my bedroom window.
The Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Saturday Mix
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Nice piece. I liked the synonyms you chose – they worked well with the picture too. Thanks for joining in the Saturday Mix 😊
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Love that supersister 🙂 Thanks for sharing with us.
Ryan
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What fun. I’d love to see an eldritch sister lodge in our oak tree out back.
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I am charmed by the idea of a super-heroine just chilling in the nearest tree after a night of fighting evil. With all she does, she deserves to sleep where she wants, supersnores and all.
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Of course she is. That’s where all the righteous babes go when they’re zonked. 😉
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Excellent… a sister to protect us sitting in a tear… like a dryad…
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I love her snores blowing the shingles off.
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‘Her impervious noggin is arm-pillowed. Her cape is hanging. Her epic sighs
and galesome snores blow old black shingles off our parents’ house here nearby.’
Supersister writes super poem!
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Love this write!!
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