by Gary Hardaway
Prompted by a snippet I read about the Egtved Girl. Liberty's were taken with the facts of her case, of course.
I kept thinking of Ravel's "Pavane for a Dead Princess" as I read this.*
Yes, Amanda, I selected the title as an echo of Ravel's lovely work.
Good poem, Gary.
Love the haunting opening line.
This one resonates-ates-ates-ates... *
Thank you, Amanda, Bill, and Matt for looking in on the Princess.
I fear that the data fields yield the harvest of all of our stories.*
Enjoyed the piece, Gary.
Thank you, Gary and Sam.
So many people seem to want her to be pretty, blond and blue-eyed, dewy kind of pretty, but... who knows and what of the baby? *
Yes, James, what shall we make of the cremated remains?
Imaginary flesh. Says so much. *
Thank you, John.