Remembering Oz

Picture elements courtesy of Pixabay. Assembled by CA Hawthorne.

or so she must have been,
taken to a fearful place
too many children know.

Wondering why,
yet never understanding,
scared to face the night,
though the days
held more of the same.

Waiting for Scarecrow,
Tin Woodsman,
and the Cowardly Lion
to come.

But they never came.

No rescue,
no salvation.

Didn’t they care,
or had they forgotten?

Years passed,
she laughed
at the silliness of such hopes,
in the quiet of night,
she wondered,
“Maybe tomorrow?”

©September 2016, July 2020
Christina Anne Hawthorne


About Christina Anne Hawthorne

Alive and well in the Rocky Mountains. I'm a fantasy writer who also dabbles in poetry, short stories, and map making. My Ontyre tales are an alternative fantasy experience, the stories rich in mystery, adventure, and romance. Alternative fantasy? Not quite steampunk. Not quite gothic. In truth, the real magic is in those who discover what's within.
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