Day 17: Distance

Theodora was once a maiden fair
With bellowing eyes and  a shining mane
A creature too majestic for the common woods
An epiphany too surreal for the crooks

Like a myth she was crumpled in time to share
Crackling fire and roaring rain were all in vain
She swirled in her own chaos and dwelt with the broods
She swayed gently to allude the feuds

She lay supine under the thatchet by the stream
She screamed aloud even though she wasn’t in a dream
It’s all a big old illusion, my girl she swore
Oh, you must conduct it rightly to amend it’s core

She chose the path of least resistance
By declaring she would keep her sweet distance

Painting by Berthe Morisot

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