Daughters- a poem

A brief interlude into poetry!

Daughters

I want to raise Valkyries

warrior women who lift staffs

to the air, shuttle heroes

home; voices echoing over the Rhine where maidens

sing of cursed rings as Valhalla

goes down

in flames.

Their soft tufts of hair spill forth

Curling and waving

in brown and red springs

dizzy circles on the floor where they drop

giggling

staring up at the night sky

while the wind regales them with tales of

Leia

Simone

Amelia

Eleanor

badass Bitches who bucked

until they rumbled the Earth.

They may choose to wear pink

adorning their heads with

plastic gemstone

     crowns

wrists wrapped in ribbons

stocking feet sliding over hardwood floors

or they may wear cowgirl boots and

spit

collect chicken eggs and sprint after wild dogs

tracking through mud puddles with the

grace of winged dragons

lightning bugs and a cacophony of crickets guide them home while

tall wavy grass

laps at their ankles

their tiny feet slap slapping against the ground

running round the ring of fire