Dangerous flirt,
you read every word
Before they were given
the chance to
be conceived
Sweet poser,
you wore
the costume
Of a royal
lover
green,
gold,
and purple
Wishful knight,
I remember
your noble
fairytale-like
walks
across
the floor
in the dark
Dear slayer,
I was
a dragon
wearing a fallen
princess’ costume,
but tonight I write
by candle light
unmasked
sticking my tongue
out of my fire
breathing
mouth
5 comments:
I like this a lot, specially the idea of the dragon and the princess being the same person
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I've not been here before, but I shall return. Your poetry is captivating and it just spills from the tongue in a flow of fantasy and delight; it's so unique and yet it touches something familiar. Like reading a cherished story from one's past--meant to be enjoyed again and again.
Kat
You mix the familiar with the fantastic and the fairy tale-ish, and you do it seamlessly.
I love the fallen princess who is also a dragon. Aren't we all, sometimes.
The dragon underneath the
princess under the dragon,
the blow of the tempt taken up.
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