Word of the Day Challenge #80-Untitled Poem

Stare in the mirror
bedecked
beribboned
sacrificial lamb to the slaughter
service to family
to country
not for love.
Smile bright
let no one see the fear
already dreading this night…..
the next few years.
Cowardice lay the nunnery
death for family
derth of friends
stand
do ones duty
this is a must
there is no escape.
Born for this…..
Bred for this…..
look not forlorn
look not askew
a kindness of ravens
autumn’s bare branches alit
harbinger of someone’s death.
Giggling
snorting
dirty puns
saucy peek-a-boo
for the wedding night.
Stripped
laced into bed
knife beneath her pillow.
They thought she had hit the jackpot.
They thought he was the answer to their prayers…..
right they were
not the way they thought
having no idea of the plot
roll the dice
pawn to king
move with dignity.
Bow to partner
curtsy to foe
first step has been made
only she knew the rules
knew the truth
knew how the game was to be played.
©Jan. 5 2020
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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

Princess

It was a magical dress
burgandy
fitted
flared
made me feel like a million bucks.
When I entered the room
thought
omg this is how Cinderella felt
as everyone stared at me.
I am not the prettiest girl.
I am not the smallest girl.
Today though
with make up and hair
professionally done
I look stunning.
My date
he arrived
eyes popping out of his head.
That was all
the best compliment
I need nothing more
for tonight
I am a princess.
Sept. 29/18
Photo by Javier Reyes on Unsplash

I am a Queen

Trying out this new thing;
Called Adulting.
I seem to have grown once more
without even realizing it.
No longer do I feel worthless
no longer do I feel alone
no longer do I speak to myself
degrading
causing panic dear.
Oh yes
the blackest voice is there
whispering
hissing
making me doubt….
myself….
my abilities….
me.
Countered with
a litney of good:
Funny
Smart
Beautiful
Independent
words to some
lifelines
to keep me sane.
I stand
the pier soaked beneath my feet
deep cleansing
breath in breath out….
Golden Girl.
Golden Queen.
Golden Princess
no more.
Queen of my life
Queen of my destiny
Queen of my confidence.
Queen of my Soul.
©Jay-lyn Doerksen
July 2/18
Photo by Matthew Brodeur on Unsplash