I Still Believe in Fairy Tales

reminiscing about fairy tales from childhood.

I still believe in fairy tales
far away places
with castles and a prince.

Hidden away in a tower...
he comes to save me
excited... tense.

Walking through a forest...
draped in red
basket of goodies in hand.

Eating that red apple...
asleep under glass
a kiss from my prince and...

sweeping the cinders
dressed in rags
wishing for a happy ending.

Pricking my finger
a hundred years I sleep
another prince ascending.

A Millers daughter I am
spinning straw into gold
and wishes foretold.

Days of fairy tales
stories to tell
days of old.

Reviews

[emmajoy]

' Eating that red apple... asleep under glass a kiss from my prince and...'

A charming, re-telling of fairy tales, protecting them perhaps from the rapacious marauders of today!

Many analysts have dissected those old tales and found them gruesome and dubious. Perhaps so if a child is led to think that way. But then, think Dr. Who and Harry Potter.. is there better, worse or the same?!

Your poem ripples the surface, no more or less and with care. Thank you for sharing, Gypsy Dreamer!