She’d always wanted a house with turret
Stone or wood
Squared or rounded
She wasn’t picky
As long as there was a room
Cantilevered over the rest
An odd and impractical appendage
More ornamental than functional
Dimensions so off as to be useless
For any ordinary purpose
Plenty of surface area
Covered by fine, clear glass
That could easily shatter
If too much force was applied
Or a sudden blow dealt
A space utterly weather dependent
Shuttered in gray as storms raged
But flooded with light
When the sky showed faultless blue
Just like herself

NaPoWriMo Day 7


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