The ChangelingA Poem by JenWritten for the 10/40 poetry contest. The original was 73 words XD so I apologize for the skeletal form you see now. Hopefully it still works.
Full moon tricks,
faerie's close proximity. She in labor, knows no sleight, the council to monitor. But breathe flat, and two exchanged. Birthed in blood a daughter, taken then given. Mountains tremble, faerie child, and will never know her origins. © 2009 JenAuthor's Note
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5 Reviews Added on June 1, 2009 Last Updated on June 1, 2009 AuthorJenMinneapolis, MNAboutI write. Short stories, flash fiction, novels, some poetry. I'm 37, married with 2 children and a cat. I had a short story put up on the Flash Fiction Offensive webzine, Second. And I just release.. more..Writing
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