You are my prince.
Fulfilling my fantasies,
Comforting my dreams,
Coming to save me.
From here.
I am the princess.
Bound to you by love,
No escaping the truth,
Together, ruling.
The world.
She is the queen.
Compassionate around,
Finding fairness in all,
The queen.
Innocent.
This,
Is the fantasy.
She is the witch.
Locking me up,
Sending me to misery's days,
In her, seeing.
Pure evil.
I am the peasant.
Blamed for all,
Shamed for life,
Escaping the grasps.
Of foe.
You are my enemy.
Pushing me down,
Letting stone walls rise,
To keep me.
From my dreams.
This is so beautiful. I love how it isn't really placed in 2012, Wisconsin. It is so rhythmic and poetic. I like how the pattern reverses prince,girl, queen, witch, peasant, enemy. One comment, though; I think that you mean PEASANT not PHEASANT- that's a type of bird. Otherwise, it's still kind of stunning. The longer you look at it, the more meaning that it has. You just have to stop and stare at it for a while.
ReplyDeleteThis was super duper good. But I have one question. What was you're inspiration for this piece? Either way, this poem seemed repeatable, like the prince, girl, queen, witch, peasant, and enemy were people in my life. Nice job:)
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