Friday, October 9, 2009

Fairy Tales - A Poem Written to the Cinderella in All of Us


Cinderella Fairy Tale

Buried love in a pirate's chest

and then I lost the map.

Not to worry, a heart keeps best

locked deep inside a trap.

Then comes along a lad so fine

he flies across the gap.

Starts planting seeds inside my mind

of tantalizing nap.

Erased my name from cupid's mail

allergic to his laugh.

Learned to sail a life not stale

and steer a lovely craft.

Then comes along a song so strong

I somehow catch a draft.

My senses keep on steering wrong

with every breeze turned daft.

Sealed my soul in Rapunzel's tower

cementing up my pain.

Cut my hair in that same hour

with hopes of living sane.

Then comes along a lilting voice

that questions all past gain.

Quite suddenly I crave a choice

called dancing in the rain.

Once glimpsed my mind in Merlin's cave

not sure of what I saw.

Ten thousand years I've lived a knave

assuming life on draw.

Then comes along a chance to sing

with one who teaches awe,

connecting me while wandering

through sounds not needing law.

I safely packed Pandora's Box

and said my last good-byes;

I sought the truth of wily fox

and held myself most wise.

Then comes along a notion bold

sends quiver through my thighs,

and melts away Pandora's gold

by seeing to her sighs.

While shinning up Aladdin's lamp,

I found my way inside

and pitched myself a comfy camp

to lay the past aside.

Then comes along a sultry tone

awakens time denied;

pierced right in two my heart of stone

before it softly died.

Shred my invite to Cinder's Ball

not hunting for a Prince;

I needed rags to wash the wall,

so tore my gown of chintz.

Then comes along a courtly call

divining my heart's wince

blows right on through my weathered hall

and steals away my bliss.

Wrapped up my grin in Tin Man's skin;

stopped delving darkened mines.

I put away what some call sin

to read between the lines.

Then comes along a touch so new

it questions all past signs.

Just how his touch has broken through

is haunting thought that binds.

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