Thunder and Herbs

The written words of Jenny Hackett

Bedtime Stories

Love, won’t you take my hand into your own
And sit me down upon your bended knee?
Please whisper in my ears with soothing tone
And spin a tale of trans girls living free
A tale of women burning down the towers
Women masters of the highest arts
A fairytale to while away the hours
Sacred girls who know their secret hearts
And let me lose myself completely
For such stories are a precious rarity
Then kiss good-night and gently shut the door
And let me dream without austerity
For this would be my true love’s greatest gift
To let me think that such worlds could exist