An Un-Fairytale

the prince, it seems, has vanquished me --

made not a bride out of this flesh, but

a bested opponent -- foot to chest victory --

 

in his smiling irises I can almost see the reflection

            of his white steed tethered

            to an ancient Oak,

waiting to carry home the conquering hero

 

            the realization that I made it easy

is a dagger sharper than any sword, more biting

than the absence of words that rattle as chains do

                        around bruised appendages

 

            I am barren without his voice --

a seedpod emptied of its pearls and left to wither

beneath the relentless baking of the high-noon sun

 

and he is in his clapboard castle, some fifty miles away,

            carving notches into leather --

each slash signifying another distressed damsel

wilting in the remembrance of his poet's hands

 

we have become the epic -- verse upon sacred verse 

of welted memories, awake within the etchings and cracks

            of his exquisite armor

 

Reviews

[Pryde Foltz]

I love this piece of satire disguised as romantic verse. The prince slays not dragons but princesses and is in fact the dragon. With your words you've shown that little hot-lipped lizard what breathing fire is all about. Have a great one Sarah.

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

Haha Yeah...you got it, my friend! Eventually he too shall be vanquished :)

[shallimarRose]

"is a dagger sharper than any sword, more biting
than the absence of words that rattle as chains do
around bruised appendages"
Sometimes the "absence of words" it the most difficult thing of all.. The inability to talk things through or just talk in general..

The last two stanzas were very telling and strong. Great job .. xo

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

Thank you, Shallimar :)