The Prince was a stuffed-olive of a man <br />Beautifully proper and horribly dull <br />Little did she know that damn glass slipper <br />Would be her undoing <br />Marrying a fantasy, a childish thumb-sucking waste <br />Of wishful thinking <br />O that wicked godmother <br />To fill her head full of lies! <br />Sure, she had the palace, the servants <br />The golden carriage and a <br />Poodle named “Poof” <br />But that “Happily Ever After” line was just <br />A ruse, a convenient cover <br />For all the despair, a brave smile <br />To hide a secret longing for something real <br />Something tangible, to hold in her arms <br />Forever <br />To feel the Earth, solid beneath her feet <br />On hands and knees scrubbing, bleeding <br />Rags to work new miracles <br />A wild, impetuous roll in the cinders <br />With a brash, uncultured stable boy <br />Who takes her face between his laboring hands <br />And kisses her, gently <br />With a promise that can’t be broken. <br /> <br /> <br />(Previously published in Kookamonga Square, Feb.2003)<br /><br />Laurence Overmire<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tower-window/
