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Sleeping Beauty

Slipping into sleep

a hundred years ago

a spindle, a spell, a castle

and an arrow and a bow.

Into that tranquil slumber

in land eternally blue

the princess upon her bed

bidding the present adieu.

One hundred years, almost eternal

magic stopped the clock

revenge, a sour spell

twisted firm the lock.

Casting the castle

in nocturnal lure

wanderlust souls treading

in places unsure.

Into worlds bathed in mystery

the frozen years

the passage nears

suspended from history.

There deep inside the woods

where melancholy grew rampant

a prince, the marksman hunter

walked through bramble once brilliant.

Cautious in approach,

skilled in use of bow

the prince determined to seek

what time had turned slow.

That he should find one so fair

upon a bed magnificent

awakened the girl with a kiss

a love forever elegant.

I guess it could be Fairytale Friday…I’ve been in charge of storytelling this week at elementary school.  I’m definitely looking forward to a break.  Hope everyone has a lovely spring weekend!

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30 thoughts on “Sleeping Beauty

  1. I thought this was particularly clever Lana – and love the picture you found to accompany it too. It’s a grey, wet Saturday morning here and a fairy tale is a nice romantic wake up read. 🙂

  2. This was a great poem with interest and unique words to enhance this fairy tale to a superb, classic level, Lana. I will be checking back in if it hit a coffee place with WiFi but more than likely “off the grid.” Enjoy a wonderful weekend, friend! 🙂

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