TBT – Fairy Tale Inspired Poems
I think it was 2008 when I experimented with mixing different types of poetry with fairy tales. It was an interesting challenge to try and follow the rules and rhyme schemes of the different forms. I didn’t write down which poem was what style, of course, so I have no idea about some of them – others are pretty easy to figure out. Here a four out of the thirteen I wrote during that time.
Destiny by Dorlana Vann
A bequeathed curse placed upon a kingdom.
A century of thorns and valiant deaths.
A beautiful rose dreams of love’s freedom.
Without a mere glimpse he pursues his quest.
Fate leads the way and parts the tangled briar.
Gently he walks through a city at rest.
Destiny sleeps deep in a dark tower.
One second to see, one second to yearn.
Love’s sweet ache impels a kiss of power.
When their lips touch the intense passion burns.
The clouds move away to reveal the sun.
Happily ever after, soon they’d learn.
After a hundred years, all has undone.
A bequeathed curse lifted from a kingdom
Dear Mom by Dorlana Vann
Cinders on your face and hands, so you said.
Instead of supper you were sent to bed.
No one to play with—No huge castle walls.
Dined on the cold floor like one of the dogs.
Everyday I must hear your sad stories.
Really mother, they are getting boring.
Ella, you start, you are so very blessed.
Living the sweet life of a spoiled princess.
Let me live it and make my own mistakes.
And you’ll see wealth is not an evil trait.
Ugly by Dorlana Vann
Mask of various natures I have worn.
It’s different than the day I was born.
A senseless mistake was made on my part.
Now I exist in shadows and the dark.
My castle walls hide my grief and despair.
Servants, my companions, also prepare.
I find beauty in all except me.
Oh, life so cruel and as deep as the sea.
Wisdom is not always for those who sought.
Nor can virtue or selflessness bought.
I would give my wealth for bliss and song.
Freedom and affection I truly long.
Please stare at me as if I were classic
See beneath the hideous and ugly façade.
Love me for who I am, not what you see.
Then maybe my beauty will set you free.
Rebellious Child By Dorlana Vann
What shall I do with this rebellious child?
She came home filthy and late for dinner.
And oh the tall tale, the wild lies she piled.
Bears, chairs and beds, what a little sinner.
I’ll tell you, her punishment won’t be mild.
She’ll be locked in this house till next winter.
I’ll give her porridge if that’s what she craves.
Porridge till she ends her defiant ways.
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