She lives with the miraculous.
Her world is shaped by myth. This tree
May hide a dryad’s willowy shape.
Owl is Flower Face transformed.
She knows this tangled seaweed
To be the salt locks of a triton’s hair.
Once, maybe twice,
She thought that she could trace
The elusive ghost of a centaur’s scent
As he galloped upwind
And into dream.
Notes: Today’s prompt had a list of words from which I was to use at least 5. I used 8. http://www.napowrimo.net/2013/04/day-20/