Today was going to be the best day in the world. I was turning 18. I was having a ball in my honor. I was to finally meet my true love. The Prince. We were going to marry at midnight as is custom with my people.
I stood before the mirror, blonde curls atop my head, cascading in ringlets beneath the coronet. Dark brown eyes made browner by the glittering eye shadow and under eye liner. I was beautiful. The best looking Princess all around.
My gown was resplendent. A gossamer wrapping of lace and light silk fabric. Twined white and blue. The train of it was ten feet long and I had twelve ladies in waiting to carry it for me. Empire waist it flared over my hips and fell to the floor. Tiny hooves peeked out. I was ready.
We waited in the ballroom. All around the fine folk of our kingdom laughed and drank. Here to celebrate the new life that was to beget at midnight. As husband and wife we will climb the stairs into our bedchamber and create an heir for the kingdom. I knew little of what was to come but my ladies in waiting all assured me it would be pleasurable.
At ten of midnight, the gong did sound. My Prince had finally arrived. I was ecstatic. We drew the veil over my face and waited. And waited. And waited. I was beginning to sweat beneath my veil. I could feel my makeup beginning to run and hoped that he would not notice.
At midnight the door swung open. The footman appeared at the top of the hundred stairs. Next to him, so tiny I could not really see was a…….a thing?
Short and squat. His suit of Princely clothing strained to encompass the wide waist. His hair was a shock of brilliant orange. His eyes gleamed a vivid green. He began his descent down the stairs, hopping down one by one.
My mouth fell open. I could not believe that this was the Prince my parents had chosen. What was his pedigree? Had they really followed through and checked it thoroughly. What could they possibly be thinking.
Rotund he waddled towards me a grin dancing on his lips.
‘Good evening My Bovine Beauty, would you care to dance?’
Picture via http://marshallarisman.com The Master and the Dimwitted Frog
sun bleached driftwood
a belching of black seaweed
using a stick to create a heart
drawing our initials
wanting to hold your hand
feel your warmth.
the sun ending its day
falling beneath the waves
the tide rolling in
erasing my heart
erasing our initials
putting an end to all I dream.
Pleasure fragranced with vanilla kisses
sun touched dappled skin.
Two figures wrapped in summer’s embrace
beneath a waxing moon;
and whispered promises.
Castles spun from sugared dreams
dances played across crystal floors
nestled within arms of steel
and hearts found forever more.
Pink hued romance
of a fairy tale once told.
Handsome Kings and
play with nuance
a subtle game of hearts
Love can be found
in niches not seen
but stolen kisses
and hidden misses
a love story make.