Bridling the Wind +++w/edits
Her kisses moored her children home in bed away from whirlpool depths and wizard's ire, while tucks of linen cooled capricious fires and feather down allayed each flaxen head. She tethered dreams to earth with close-knit threads* from apron strings, for growing up requires they clamber concrete steps to venture higher; reality demands its daily bread.
She never gripped a silver spoon until her children had arrived; she warmed each one with kindled dreams and forged their hollow bends* as flat as trowels-- tools that might fulfill adventures which imagination's spun.* Her children fashioned stairways to ascend.
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Bridling the Wind
Her kisses moored her children home in bed away from whirlpool depths and wizard's ire, while tucks of linen cooled capricious fires and feather down allayed each flaxen head. She tethered dreams to earth with threads from apron strings, for growing up requires they clamber concrete steps to venture higher; reality demands its daily bread.
She never gripped a silver spoon until her children had arrived; she warmed each one in kilns of dreams and forged their hollow bend as flat as trowels-- tools that might fulfill the ventures which imagination spun. Her children fashioned stairways to ascend.
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