A poetic journey through my mind

Dorme’

Waiting…

Waiting…

Was there ever a time in which
she didn’t lie there,
uncharacteristically silent,
those brilliant crystal eyes
shut away behind pearly lids,
that expressive oh-so-useful mouth
gone slack and restfully still?

Was there ever, truly, a time when
our two voices mingled in these halls,
when our footsteps echoed
as we pelted across marble tiles,
laughing, to fall at last upon her bed?

And what a bed it was.
Two acres of the finest satins and silks,
piled to the depths of a well
with featherbeds and down stuffed pillows,
none of it softer than the feel of her skin on mine.

The strong heavy curtains hid us from sight,
muffled the happy sounds of our play.

I, I had her first! Not some slobbering hairy beast
whose only interest in her is as some
obscene planter for his seed,
like a greedy farmer
calculating the yield of his crops!

HE SHALL NOT HAVE HER!

And so I wait. Here in these rooms thick with unnatural sleep.
Here, behind the shadow of the towering hedge I have so carefully tended,
its thorns as wide as my wrist, as sharp as thought…I wait.

(Hmm…seems this poem works for quite a few prompts this week.  That makes me happy, as you all know I love my fairy tales.  So thank you  again, WeWritePoems, for letting me do what I love!)

5 responses

  1. oldegg

    Let’s hope she returns but really it is up to her. She knows where you are. This was a great read.

    March 27, 2012 at 4:32 am

  2. OH! that is so truly frightening, the obsession, the controlling ownership ……. until all that was beautiful is destroyed and sullied and then is no more!

    March 27, 2012 at 10:23 am

  3. Wonderful twist on the classic. Can’t resist the underdog. There is something both terrifying and thrilling about being the object of such a passion. Really enjoyed this, crafting and tale.

    March 28, 2012 at 8:47 am

  4. The prince in his tower of love–always a marvelous setting for fairy tales and dreams of love that can only happen in fairy tales. You have SUCH a talent for this type of poetry and bring so much beauty and sheer FUN to us.

    March 28, 2012 at 2:59 pm

  5. Quite frightening 😉

    March 29, 2012 at 5:47 am

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