I don't think I'd like to get on Raven's bad side, although it's nice she takes care of Drusilla.
(I believe that assessment is quite accurate. But isn't that true for most of us? If someone loves and respect us, we would probably do anything to keep them happy. If they hurt us, though... then there will be hell.
Or in the case of Sweet Darn, oozing stitches. ;-D
That'a a journey vision for the ages!
There are so many deliciously quotable lines in this poem! I love every word! I adore the Camp Cute, Creepy(and Quite Conveniently) Remote campers! ❤ ❤ ❤ ^_^
I adore them, too. I can't wait to see more Sweet Darn...
Yes, I agree! Soooo many quotable lines in this poem. Every one needs a good friend, looks like Drusilla found one! I can see you writing them into many unique (cough, cough) adventures! Love it!
I see your eyes can behold as much as Raven's can. ;-D
LOL the flower of true friendship sometimes gets watered by the oddest things! But oddness, like madness, is in the eye of the beholder.
Oddness has been creating friendships ever since Buffy met Willow. ;-D
I don't necessarily understand this, but I like it! Fave imagery: "a charming unkindness of one" and "offered me someone else’s hand." Also "coffin bedding" -- ooooooo!
I am happy that you were able to appreciate some lines without knowing what's going on exactly. That kind of feedback is a treasure. This poem follows after “'Bloody Red,” Quoth Dear Raven”. But I want it to be able to stand on its own, too. So I shall work on it! ♥
Many images of friends enjoying a very nontraditional camping experience. I would have loved to have been a bunkmate in their cabin. xoxo
As would I!
Love it, especially the intro.
So glad you do!
Love that Drusilla has found a friend in Raven, friends you can enjoy insanity with are especially good to know. What is madness to one may be completely normal to another, when two people are in sync true friendship binds tight.
I believe "normal", too, is in the heart of the beholder.
This gives me delicious warm chills from my watery eyes to my blue tinted toes. I'd love to stroke Ravens silken feathers if I wasn't afraid I'd lose an eye or digit
I know it says she has no feathers but I believe they exist in her dark heart
I know exactly what you mean. There is a mystery in this dolly's heart that makes all kinds of things possible.
I love it, even though I really don't know what is going on.
I shall work on it!
Raven is a lovely fledgling, indeed:)
Igorina! Love that term, and Terry Pratchett. Your writing takes me to another world Magaly!
Love the underlying friendship in this piece :-)