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The Magic in Fairytales

By J Ann Crowder

A magic rose
A glass slipper
With these please cloth me
 
A poisoned Apple
A thimble’s prick
Save me with a true love’s kiss
 
And for all good measure
Please gift me with a pinch of pixie dust
 
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Supple roses adorned in red velvet skin appear by the stroke of God’s brush
Natural beauties are they, derived from a seed’s most inner core
Magic seeds planted in rich nourishing sediment, growing by a kiss of sun and swelling with the taste of quenching streams, clear
 
Thus make her magic
Thus make her fair
Deep, deeper more
Through skin and into the core
Therein true beauty burns
 
Glass slipper, glass slipper, you are my fondest
Of clean, new and iridescent souls you sprung
Of magic, beautiful and fearless hearts
With a lion’s bravery you wrought magical wings
Fearless and brave wings, blooming on the kindness of stems
Kindness in the face of a Wolf’s scathing grin and wonton eyes
Nothing is ever so brave
 
Now is the case of the poisoned apple
The cure is first love’s kiss
Love is for the clear cheeked maiden
Witches can’t dash her
If they try, theirs are the hearts that poison and die
 
At last, be it a shame should we stumble upon a thimble’s prick
A bewitching prick
Stabbing us through
Only love ever true can bring us back
Where maidens fair capture acclaiming eyes
And if the maiden but look within her
She shall find what her Prince doth see and admire
 
All morals we must aspire
The soul as a rose we must compose
If kind, the Glass slipper shall not smash beneath our feet
Neither a poison nor a prick will overtake us when the bounties of love and beauty true sculp our seeds within
 
Last of all, may we be blessed with a pinch of pixie dust and not forget happy thoughts
To Neverlands and Dreamlands
To Adventurelands and Wonderlands
Only there can we truly live, abiding with the whimsies of our hearts

I wrote this for my love of fairytales. Written March 19, 2016

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