Pretty P

Sat upon the ivory throne
crowned Princess
bored with life
bored with waiting…..
waiting……
waiting…..
for her damn Prince to come.
Who decided Princesses could only be pretty?
Who decided Princesses could not slay…..
demons
enemies
dragons alike?
Who decided Princesses were…..
fragile
porcelain like
empty headed
dolls?
but never given weight
credence 
that they were just as good
if not better 
than those wimpy ass Princes?
Princes who get…..
lost
turned around
frightened of their own shadows?
Striding through the crowd
hair streaming
silver gleams the armour
encasing her form
as she enters the battle royale
for this Prince’s hand.
Jousting.
Archery.
Sword play.
Wrestling.
All points to be proven
that one is worth
the consideration of this Prince.
Rather idiotic in thought
isn’t it?
Flowing from her ivory tower
life is meant to be lived
no one needs to save this Princess
for she is all she needs…….
 
Feb. 4/19
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Perfect Man

He seemed to be the perfect man
holding doors
ordering wine with care
dinners out in high end places
a life she could never afford.
She ignored the warnings
the tides
the signs
believing that her prince had come
while her friends watched in fear.
Becoming lost in him
losing her way
her soul
her very being
until she was no more.
Sucked dry
withered
sered
eroding away
her life force.
Beside her
carefree
restored to youth
a man who only takes
never giving in return.
Oct. 6/18
Photo by Daniel Apodaca on Unsplash

Witch of the Wood

Photo by Tyler Lastovich on Unsplash

You know…..

you think…..

I would have been smarter.

After all I read the tales.

I know Snow White bites it

based on the Witch’s desire.

I know Hansel & Gretel

they nearly become Witch fodder

as they were fat and juicy.

Yet when I saw the path

that lush and leafy broadway

I had to explore

I had to go forth

into the forest.

The trees closed in

the  avenue came to an end

before me stood the Witch’s Den.

I pushed through the door

leaned my head in

and there she stood,

the Witch

who would become my scourge.

Beckoning me forth

drawn to her I was

deep in the forest.

‘Help me find my love,’

I begged

hands out in supplication

and she cackled.

Lightning flared

thunder boomed

I fell to my knees grasping my head.

He stood before me

light and emerald

diamond gleamed

reaching his hand to me.

I lunge

green hair spilling

and I grimaced

the ache so deep in my bone.

She took a step forward

and with a cheeky grin

grabbed his hand

leading him out into the wood.

The Witch of the Woods

she will draw you in…..

when she does

she will entrap

turning herself into you

running for freedom

leaving you behind

deep in the forest.