Her nightdress billows in moving mists of rainbows; toes curl precariously over cloudforms.
She cannot see, so closes her eyes.
And now, appears the wooden bridge. It skips across to the sandy seashore
-the shore outside a castle’s wall
-whereat lies a fearsome dragon, curling smoky out-breaths in the sun.
A shining knight advances, drawing schlinking steel to fight the fiery, glinting, scalesome beast.
“Oh, dear,” cries Princess, from above. Her swooping scarf-hat trails the crumbling window ledge.
The nightdressed girl smiles, treading where adults fear. She perches, perfectly happy, at the cliffside edge of fantasy.