Distraught and overwhelmed
with the loss of his missing love-
he has searched high and low
for days.
He heads into the forest to hunt,
an excuse to avoid the onlookers
and to cry in privacy.
Tears stream down his cheeks
as he calls out his endearing love
for her, who is now sheathed
in beautiful swan feathers, waddling
before him.
He raises his riffle and shoots,
praying that she will show herself
soon.
by K, Copyright 2013
Showing posts with label fairytale. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fairytale. Show all posts
Thursday, May 16, 2013
Tuesday, May 14, 2013
her red lips
Her red lips tighten,
frowning upon the old woman before her.
She can't decide if this woman
is worthy of her trust or not.
Finally, as always,
she gives in to the notion left by her father-
she focuses on the good within the old weary woman.
Come in, she tells the woman,
her red lips shifting into a smile.
After resting her tired feet,
the old woman wraps her worn cloak tighter
and sets off on her way, pausing
to offer a plump red apple in return.
The apple is graciously accepted.
After the old woman has left,
she rubs the apple with her fingers
and takes a delicious bite.
Before she can taste the sweetness of the fruit,
a bitter flavor invades her mouth.
The poisonous insect that is her stepmother
begins to bleed throughout her body,
dropping her to her knees.
Her breath quickly fades
until she is lying on the ground
waiting to be found, thinking
how delightful the old woman's company was.
by K, Copyright 2013
frowning upon the old woman before her.
She can't decide if this woman
is worthy of her trust or not.
Finally, as always,
she gives in to the notion left by her father-
she focuses on the good within the old weary woman.
Come in, she tells the woman,
her red lips shifting into a smile.
After resting her tired feet,
the old woman wraps her worn cloak tighter
and sets off on her way, pausing
to offer a plump red apple in return.
The apple is graciously accepted.
After the old woman has left,
she rubs the apple with her fingers
and takes a delicious bite.
Before she can taste the sweetness of the fruit,
a bitter flavor invades her mouth.
The poisonous insect that is her stepmother
begins to bleed throughout her body,
dropping her to her knees.
Her breath quickly fades
until she is lying on the ground
waiting to be found, thinking
how delightful the old woman's company was.
by K, Copyright 2013
I quietly stand
I quietly stand in the middle of the pond
watching the water's movements.
Circles ripple out away from my body,
slowly, calmly, until it's as if I hadn't entered.
Soon the water's surface is broken
by several small sleek bodies,
slithering in all directions.
The sun reveals their translucent skin
and their eyes proclaim innocence.
Their tails flick the water playfully in my direction
as their slender bodies quickly delve
deeper into the pond, into the darkness,
once again unseen by the world.
by K, Copyright 2013
*As you can see, I've had mermaids in my mind today...
watching the water's movements.
Circles ripple out away from my body,
slowly, calmly, until it's as if I hadn't entered.
Soon the water's surface is broken
by several small sleek bodies,
slithering in all directions.
The sun reveals their translucent skin
and their eyes proclaim innocence.
Their tails flick the water playfully in my direction
as their slender bodies quickly delve
deeper into the pond, into the darkness,
once again unseen by the world.
by K, Copyright 2013
*As you can see, I've had mermaids in my mind today...
13
I dip my toes
into the salty sea,
feeling the water caressing my soles.
The day has finally come-
I am now thirteen years old.
I continue to sit on the edge of the pier
dangling my legs within the cool waters,
waiting.
Waiting for what I have been anticipating
my whole life, waiting for this very moment.
Within seconds I feel my feet begin to fuse together,
tingling.
The skin on my legs begin to split, like many tiny slits,
forming millions of shining scales from my waist down.
The sun glistens off my new form as my neck begins
burning.
My fingers fling to my neck, feeling gills that are too dry,
waiting for water.
I wiggle my body off the pier and into the sea,
ready to swim...
By K, Copyright 2013
into the salty sea,
feeling the water caressing my soles.
The day has finally come-
I am now thirteen years old.
I continue to sit on the edge of the pier
dangling my legs within the cool waters,
waiting.
Waiting for what I have been anticipating
my whole life, waiting for this very moment.
Within seconds I feel my feet begin to fuse together,
tingling.
The skin on my legs begin to split, like many tiny slits,
forming millions of shining scales from my waist down.
The sun glistens off my new form as my neck begins
burning.
My fingers fling to my neck, feeling gills that are too dry,
waiting for water.
I wiggle my body off the pier and into the sea,
ready to swim...
By K, Copyright 2013
Monday, May 6, 2013
there is a pirate in my pantry
Tossing and turning, awoken by a
Humming and singing, almost a chant
Emanating from somewhere, leaving me
Randomly searching for its source, until my
Ears guide me to my pantry door
I stand before the closed door, many odd
Sounds hidden behind, my curiosity peaks
Aprehension rises from within as I hesitate
Palms sweaty with nerves as I pull open the door
Indiscreetly ready to discover the culprit-
Right before my eyes stands a miniature,
Able-bodied pirate gathering up all of
The cookies and pastries I had stored to
Endulge in whenever I see fit.
It's mine! He hollars at me, drawing his
Nougat sword, waving it all around
My sweets! He adds, his uncovered eye twinkling
Yellow candies roll from his pockets, bouncing,
Pattering on the shelf as I attempt to
Answer this strange thwarty creature, his
Naked feet scampering around
To collect my favorite peanut butter treats
Rhymes and chants fling from his mouth as I
Yield my pantry to a goody thieving pirate
by K, Copyright 2013
*I decided to challenge myself tonight by coming up with a fun nonsensical sentence and trying to create an acrostic poem around it. What do you think, a success? Or just down right silly? I'd have to say down right silly...but fun.
Humming and singing, almost a chant
Emanating from somewhere, leaving me
Randomly searching for its source, until my
Ears guide me to my pantry door
I stand before the closed door, many odd
Sounds hidden behind, my curiosity peaks
Aprehension rises from within as I hesitate
Palms sweaty with nerves as I pull open the door
Indiscreetly ready to discover the culprit-
Right before my eyes stands a miniature,
Able-bodied pirate gathering up all of
The cookies and pastries I had stored to
Endulge in whenever I see fit.
It's mine! He hollars at me, drawing his
Nougat sword, waving it all around
My sweets! He adds, his uncovered eye twinkling
Yellow candies roll from his pockets, bouncing,
Pattering on the shelf as I attempt to
Answer this strange thwarty creature, his
Naked feet scampering around
To collect my favorite peanut butter treats
Rhymes and chants fling from his mouth as I
Yield my pantry to a goody thieving pirate
by K, Copyright 2013
*I decided to challenge myself tonight by coming up with a fun nonsensical sentence and trying to create an acrostic poem around it. What do you think, a success? Or just down right silly? I'd have to say down right silly...but fun.
Friday, May 3, 2013
pirates
Plundering ancient ships, sailing
Into a life of greed
Reaping chests of gold and jewels
Amid drinking barrels of mead
Taking lives, lost at sea
Exiled from land, their personal creed
Singing their songs while all others flee
by K, Copyright 2013
*Inspired by watching Disney's Pirates of the Caribbean with my daughters last weekend...and that spunky Jack Sparrow.
Into a life of greed
Reaping chests of gold and jewels
Amid drinking barrels of mead
Taking lives, lost at sea
Exiled from land, their personal creed
Singing their songs while all others flee
by K, Copyright 2013
*Inspired by watching Disney's Pirates of the Caribbean with my daughters last weekend...and that spunky Jack Sparrow.
turn the page
Today at the library
Under the cover of a book
Racing through the pages
Nestled in a nook
There sat a lovely fairy
Her hair so long and brown
Elegant flowers worn as a crown
Pansies graced her body
As their smell soothed my nose
Gossamer wings fluttered
Entering my world as she rose
by K, Copyright 2013
*Inspired from a day at the library with my daughters...
Under the cover of a book
Racing through the pages
Nestled in a nook
There sat a lovely fairy
Her hair so long and brown
Elegant flowers worn as a crown
Pansies graced her body
As their smell soothed my nose
Gossamer wings fluttered
Entering my world as she rose
by K, Copyright 2013
*Inspired from a day at the library with my daughters...
Wednesday, May 1, 2013
lamentation
Listlessly rocking, keening
Against the rocks
Memories flooding
Engulfing her while she watches
Nymphs swarming, slithering
Through the waves
As waters rush aboard
The ship, his ship
Insensible, the scene before her
Offensive waters pulling him down
Never to be seen again
by K, Copyright 2013
*I would not speak my truth if I was not to express that there have been many times throughout the past several years that I have struggled to hear my own voice and have failed to understand who I am, amidst the chaotic sorrow that floods through our house due to one of my daughters being diagnosed with a chronic disease. This poem was written for Poets United prompt an authentic life.
Against the rocks
Memories flooding
Engulfing her while she watches
Nymphs swarming, slithering
Through the waves
As waters rush aboard
The ship, his ship
Insensible, the scene before her
Offensive waters pulling him down
Never to be seen again
by K, Copyright 2013
*I would not speak my truth if I was not to express that there have been many times throughout the past several years that I have struggled to hear my own voice and have failed to understand who I am, amidst the chaotic sorrow that floods through our house due to one of my daughters being diagnosed with a chronic disease. This poem was written for Poets United prompt an authentic life.
Friday, April 12, 2013
fairytale
Fancy dresses
And a pretty princess
In a world of magic
Running from an evil villain
Yelling spells and throwing potions
That explode into an array of colors
As prince charming comes to the rescue
Leading to a beautiful wedding
Ending in a happily ever after
by K, Copyright 2013
*Another acrostic poem...
And a pretty princess
In a world of magic
Running from an evil villain
Yelling spells and throwing potions
That explode into an array of colors
As prince charming comes to the rescue
Leading to a beautiful wedding
Ending in a happily ever after
by K, Copyright 2013
*Another acrostic poem...
rotting teeth
rotting teeth snarl,
long warted nose bobbing to magic-
flower grows
by K, Copyright 2013
*This is another fairytale haiku based on a witch.
long warted nose bobbing to magic-
flower grows
by K, Copyright 2013
*This is another fairytale haiku based on a witch.
princess sleeping
princess sleeping
a magic sleep-
kingdom mourning
by K, Copyright 2013
*This haiku is about Sleeping Beauty.
a magic sleep-
kingdom mourning
by K, Copyright 2013
*This haiku is about Sleeping Beauty.
fair skin
fair skin
and lips so red-
poison lingers
by K, Copyright 2013
*This haiku is about Snow White.
and lips so red-
poison lingers
by K, Copyright 2013
*This haiku is about Snow White.
rags
dressed in rags
and chores awaiting-
future princess
by K, Copyright 2013
*This haiku is about Cinderella.
and chores awaiting-
future princess
by K, Copyright 2013
*This haiku is about Cinderella.
locked up
locked up
in a tower-
endless blue skies
by K, Copyright 2013
*This poem is a haiku of sorts. I really enjoy writing haiku poetry, but have a big heart for fairytales and fantasy of the like. So I've sort of combined them for my own enjoyment. This haiku is about Rapunzel.
in a tower-
endless blue skies
by K, Copyright 2013
*This poem is a haiku of sorts. I really enjoy writing haiku poetry, but have a big heart for fairytales and fantasy of the like. So I've sort of combined them for my own enjoyment. This haiku is about Rapunzel.
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