Princess I

The storey of princess

She was a beautiful princess, with long flowing hair

Her complexion was compared to that of the white snow that fell during the evening rains

She smelled like the scent of fresh licked candy and seduced all those who came in contact

She lay her head upon her bed of dead roses

The night has become a sorrowful background

and the music of the night had become a requiem for false hope,

broken dreams and a late mending heart

She never admitted how lonely she was, but silently slumbered away her fears and her pain

Swallowing painful cists and words down her throat

So often little girls dream of their knights...

on a beautiful stallion with crystalline honest eyes

waiting for him to offer his hand

and take her far, far away

Older women knew better than to dream of a prince

young women knew, young women knew

She laid splayed upon the luxurious bed or dead roses

 her body was covered in silks and lace made of lust and sadness

The fires of wanton desires buried in her loins
but she was not willing to shed her silk and  lace for any man that was not a prince

As much as her body yearned and ached to be touched by humans hands

The dirty hands of the common man disgusted her
and so forever she hid in her silks till someone could make her crawl out...

and to make the dead roses alive one more

Days into months, months into years and years into eternity

Where she'd slumber and dream

Where words failed the dreams overtook her

She dreams of large gothic cathedrals, gardens of wild roses, backyard vineyards, little towns

And the prince...

that would disguise himself in many colors and shades to keep her from seeing the truth

She never knew the prince, but her subconscious knew how much she yearned for a prince

but never once would she speak of ever wishing to have a prince

For years she lay, her lips were sewn shut and she remained silent

Eagerly waiting for someone who would listen

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

You can write a story. The skill and flow of this story is amazing. Your description of woman who are older create a vision of a woman waiting for a prince with patience and hope. This is best poem I read in a long while. Thank you for the outstanding poem.
Coyote

[Wolfwind Words]

I like this peice for is shows an aspect of human nature that many overlook. We have the dream of what we want, we know it in our heart and soul and we have the conviction to wait for it. We stay away from which we dislike and have drawn the lines in the sand.
Yet, we never voice what it is we truly desire. We keep it in, as if by speaking of it will somehow jinx fate and not bring it to us. We take that gamble. Hoping and praying that at some point fate will bring to us the knight or the prince or princess.
This peice also speaks of the need to speak and be heard.
The want to be understood by others
And the frustration and pain we feel, when we seem to just be passed by, as the masses scurry about while we stand still...waiting..endlessly waiting.

Fantastic Poetic Prose!
Wolfie

[Karla Bardanza]

I guess we all are pricesses waiting for someone to listen to us.Great write.