Once upon a time there was a princess
who felt an oak tree deep inside,
roots defiantly there, acorns of wisdom
on every arm, she was confident, sure,
blossomed every season.
Then something changed,
so slowly at first she never noticed,
she could not easily bend with the wind,
the creaking started, new knowledge
seemed hard to hold, then she felt it,
like an ivy clinging, entwining
take care tree, old is growing.
So Jill called Jack desperate
for that bucket list to write.
I want to hug a chimpanzee.
zip line above a rain forest,
float with a seal on an ice flow,
hang out in Babylon,
trip on the Great Wall,
swim with stingrays,
walk with penguins,
ride a camel in the desert.
I want a happy ever after, now Jack!
Once upon a time there was a princess,
it seems she just slept away those years,
despite the fact she never pricked her finger.
She looked in the mirror, dared to say
mirror, mirror on the wall who’s the fairest
of them all? Saw the cracks, wondered
when she’d become the grandmother
swallowed by that bloody wolf, now being
regurgitated, tongue saying words not hers.
Then, a slow tolling of a bell, a deep vibration
thrums in her veins, blood thickens, slows,
at last, the peace of the crone.
No wicked witch in sight.
She sighs, pulling on her red sparkly slipperettes
knowing she can click her heels anytime
and be home.