Once upon a time, a line that
Enveloped the human mind,
Creating a pace and space
For the wandering soul
And the imagination inside—
Looking for explanations
To things unseen,
Truths yet unknown.
Once Upon a Time
Vanished from our day,
Gone were the knights and queens,
The flying dragons in our skies
Answers were fed instead of found
The creatures of past suffered,
No fodder from the children
Or the original curators of the tales they forgot.
Peter Pan and Hook
Played with the clock
Meant to ensnare all,
Teamwork between evil and angel
To promote the wealth
Of our Neverland—
A home of dreams
Ransacked to slums
By the ticking of clocks
And the forgetting of pages
In the great volumes
Read and repeated
By great ancestors
When Once Upon a Time
Was Once Upon a Yesterday
When Neverland fed on imaginations.
About the Creator
Katrina Thornley
Rhode Island based author and poetess with a love for nature and the written word. Works currently available include Arcadians: Lullaby in Nature, Arcadians: Wooden Mystics, 26 Brentwood Avenue & Other Tales, and Kings of Millburrow.
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Just Sixty Seconds
Oliver sat at a cold, grey steel-covered table. He knew he was next. The longer he sat here, the more confident he knew he wouldn’t make it. His hands were tied to the chair he was sitting on, pushed up against the steel table. A small camera in the corner of the ceiling with a tiny red flashing light was the only thing he was focused on. He felt sick to the stomach. He knew he didn’t have long.
By Joshua Maggs7 days ago in Fiction
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Until we raise up more scribes like you, we can't find that Neverland. Define Wokeness in one word...can you?