North of Forty

North of Forty

 

North of forty

Love hides

Desire snubs his nose

Sexy rolls his eyes

Prince charming is dead

The white steed lame

Glass slippers never fit

To old to play the game

I’ve morphed into the witch

The step mother or the shrew

And the knights in shining armor

Have all rusted through

pb 6/16/08

Reviews

[Paza]

This is so fitting as my birthday looms too close for comfort! :-) "Too old to play the game"...so true...games get way too tiring...why can't everyone just be who they are, say what they mean to say? Why does it all have to be wrapped in the game? Good write!

[Gordon]

Nice little piece. If i would changed anything, i'd drop the "I've" in L9. The "I've" in this poem just personalizes it to you, and it's a good commentary for even those who aren't in your shoes. ie. Desire, Sexy who rolled his eyes, and even the glass slippers.

It's fine the way it is but I just thought I'd throw that out there.

Thanks for sharing, I enjoyed it.

[Leah Simone]

funny write - great sense of humor towards fairytales and aging

maybe "too" in To old to play the game