Fairy Tale Inspired Poem: Bashful



Dorlana Vann


When I saw her stretched across the tidy beds,

Love’s potent sword struck my heart before I knew

Who this lovely stranger was or one word said.

But I remained silent, as I always do.


With one bite, she fell ill on that dreadful day.

In a glass coffin, it hurt to see her lay.

I longed to kiss her ruby lips, but froze.

Joy but regret: the prince woke her and betrothed.


  1. Lovely.

    Liked by 1 person

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