Wednesday, July 27, 2011

Birdtailed Coat

Growing up I used to dream of having such a coat.
I used to imagine stories about my own fantasy world.  
There was a girl there who became a ghost and could walk through time.
She would sit silently in the morning twilight, with the ravens and the jack daws.

She had a coat like that.  

She could wear whatever she imagined, and could tell fortunes by reading spiderwebs.  
Only she couldn't remember her own name, for she had lost most of the memories of her life.