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Fairy Tale

She thought she knew her story

The story she mistook for a fairy tale

She said she was the princess wearing a crown

Waiting for her prince in her castle up in the clouds

Yet her patience grew thin 

As her knight in shining armor remains missing

Her castle no longer feels like home 

A dreaded prison she needs to escape from

So she cut off her long, flowing locks

And ditched her embroidered gown

Standing naked in front of a mirror 

She saw a woman grown

No prince or knight will come and save her

So she thought to escape her darkened castle

Wearing an armor made from light and shadows

She fought the monsters and villains that lived in her halls

Bloodied, bruised, and hurting 

She stepped down and out from the castle, her prison

Stronger than when she was first brought in 

She was no longer a princess but a queen proud and standing tall
-TheElusiveScribe 04202017-

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The Summer Queen

 

Her heart lies dormant beneath the floorboards of her hearth,
cold, lifeless, not beating.
No one knows why she walks about unfeeling,
even when the cold wind blows or the storms come.
She walks as if she’s not drenched from head to foot
nor riddled with icicles from her eyebrows to the tips of her hair.
An ice queen she is,
through and through.

And yet when the first rays of the sun of summer
pierces the frost that envelopes her being
you can see,
apple blossom cheeks,
lips as red as strawberries ripe,
her eyes glistening like morning dews.
And her heart, oh, how can you not hear her beating heart?

From the floorboards she removes her treasure,
and places it upon her chest.
And she is one with the morning sun,
and she dances to the tune of revelry
underneath the blossoming tree.
Gone is the ice queen replaced by her sister warm.

The summer queen has come and with her
the land opened up to the heat of the blazing orb.
That brings out the buds of seeds already sown,
and into the valley green the flowers bloom,
and the butterflies come in a haze of purple and blue,
and you know that the winter has ended,
and it is time to sing a merry tune.

– The Elusive Scribe 020513-

 

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Queen in Me

Okay, so this very short poem is something just popped into my head a few days ago. Just thought I’d put it here for your enjoyment. 😀

 

Queen in Me

Don’t treat me like a princess

for I am already a queen.

My kingdom is where I want it to be.

I have had enough of charming words

and teasing under the tree.

Woo me with actions and let’s see

whether you can delight the queen in me.

-EAM120512-