If I Were More

My attempt at love

If I Were More

 

Pandora’s box opened, my heart set aflame,

I found my self part of that terrible game:

My stomach was lost, my breath wildly fluttered,

Mind madly focussed, my voice only stuttered.

 

Rapunzel was locked in her tower on high;

Beyond reach of any such mortal as I.

Yet every day, despite troll, bridge and fear,

I pictured her hair drawing slowly more near;

 

That every chant of “amat” and “amo”,

Or laughable comment, or smile, or show,

Would form a clear bridge by the Billy Goats Gruff,

And show that my true self was more than enough;

 

Those magic beans scattered could, lo and behold,

Sprout into hope and mature and grow bold,

But as, through the woods, my basket drew nearer,

What big teeth she had grew clearer and clearer,

 

And though I was lost with my bread crumbs consumed,

I longed to be closer, subconsciously doomed.

The pipe in her mouth played on without pity

Luring the rats, to be drowned, from the city,

 

Or children to pay for another man’s crime,

To be shut into darkness and forgotten in time.

What from this foolishness would I ever gain,

But grief and shameful self pity and pain?

 

Time only mattresses over the pea,

They hide it but there the displeasure will be,

And while in night’s silence myself I abhor,

I’ll glimpse how things might have been if I were more.

 

 

Author's Note

Any advice would be apreciated.

Reviews

[DarkLovingRaven]

I love this. I say leave it because it is beautiful the way it is!

[SetApartGirl]

this was an amazing poem. I'm not much of a poet myself, so I can't really give you any constructive critism but I can say that I love how you incorporated a lot of fairy tales into this little piece. Very well done. Keep writing!

~Ken-san