Three months’ worth of late-night notes to myself on the first draft — a poem

Humans have blood, right?
Winifred offered windows, but I couldn’t see the point
more crowd response
delicate porcelain cups
fist on table
Orchids
Castle
Rewrite fairy stuff
“If princesses were given“
Snaking
Yelped
Wet squelch of mud
Set her sleeve on fire
using its knuckles
energy? magic?
Rabbit
Spotted quicksand thanks knows swamp wary oh fumbled ring off finger held out
chronic bronchitis
I really did love flowers when they weren’t trying to kill me
Joyous at being chosen?
Dwindled
Even so
In search of
Swear wizard approached them about the assassination
Grandiloquently
Swooned with rapture
Took hand held tightly
I know, right?
Heartbreak
In the dark?
Terrifying
Canter dandelions gallop nothing at all
Paces
Marsh tarantulas
Sleeping
Not tarantulas; funnel-web spiders
Old-fashioned
Low chair
crackling
Ring
Things will work out with him or they won’t
Roses instead of blackberries?