Here’s a short piece inspired by — written as a poetic tribute or character sketch. Mama de Fiona
Mama de Fiona knows the weight of a daughter who belongs to two worlds — one that sees green skin as a curse, one that sees it as a throne. mama de fiona
She doesn’t tower like a ogre’s castle, nor wears a crown of swamp flowers. Her hands are soft from bandaging knees, from braiding hair that smells like rain and mud. Here’s a short piece inspired by — written
Long live Mama de Fiona. She never needed a spell to be magic. Her hands are soft from bandaging knees, from
And when the mirrors cracked, when the kingdom whispered ogress , Mama held her girl and said: “You are not a monster for choosing love. You are not less royal for growing thorns.”