Imagine, Interlude, Ivory Contest October 13, 2023
Sponsored by Constance La France
Painting by Katharine Buchanan
"An ivory tower can be a fine place to live as long as you don't lock yourself in, and others out." ~ by poet Graceful, Leanore is such a beautiful child, Long wavy blonde hair and ivory skin like alabaster or porcelain, crystal blue eyes Pure and innocent of all but original sin She'd be an angel with white feathered wings If she were not the progeny of my line She dances and twirls as if floating on a cloud An imp one moment, in the next she's divine We've tea together, with scones, of course Pretends she lives high up in a castle tower I asked if it was made of ivory and got the look The sullen wrinkled brow that I call her glower "It's okay, my darling Leanore, one day soon... much too soon, you will come to understand that not everyone is lucky to live in a castle At four, she smiled at me and took my hand Enthralled, she watches bees collecting honey A Fairy Tale Princess waving her wand in the air saying, "I'll turn this green lizard into a prince." Her laughter is entrancing, her ivory skin so fair In sleep, this precious child dreams with a smile on her rosebud lips. Wish she'd stay as she is now if it were in my power to keep her in that tower But that's a selfish wish that love will not allow
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