My Cardboard Balcony

Hi everyone! It's Arden again with a guest post. Belinda is visiting me at my parents' house for the weekend, so I think it's safe to say she's in a pretty good place right now. She had an orientation for her summer work this morning and will start that on Monday, and currently she is spread out on my bed while I type this. I'll let you imagine why she might be doing that (wink wink, nudge nudge). We had cookies I made earlier and they were delicious. Tomorrow we're going to help my friend celebrate her 21st birthday. Pie is awesome. I don't know what else to say. Have a safe night and a great weekend, everyone.

King of the Forest by Belinda Roddie Gold’s turned to wood, the king’s crown to laurels He’s reigning the forest, a much grander kingdom than The fortress that kills blue skies, blue eyes that scan the trees His scepter is oak, the rings on his fingers Strong bands of vine, rhinestones found in the dark That resonate stories of friends that were left in the leaves The wind in his hair, much better than the wind From a trumpet blown in Great Halls, his Majesty Calls for a dance from the sprites in the branches Then moonlight is simmered in starry fire He basks in it as his maiden, Her hair wound with flowers and weeds, Offers a cup of pure, rich beauty He drinks, and they sleep The work you see here has not been edited nor altered since February 15th, 2007.

Saturday was the big day. The moment of wonderfulness. For lack of a better word. Yasmine was ready for it. The dress was picked out, the flowers arranged, the cake baked and tiered. Even the photographer was on standby as she twirled around in her room. She felt like a kindergartener again, giving a dandelion to a boy and asking her to marry him much to his disgust.