Broken Faery Tales (a series of 3)

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kittygrrl
kittygrrl
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***Lament of Another Lonely Tinkerbelle***

we used to be inseperable
like children, we:
fought together
played together
cried together
cuddled together
everything we did, it was us...

we promised each other everything
had plans of sparkling lights and dreams
dreams that soared higher than the stars can shine

why have you turned from our Neverland?
it used to be me that was your darling
i used to mend your hurts and fix your wrongs...

then my glitter didn't glimmer as brightly
is that when you backed away?

i guess you found another faery friend
newer than me; i bet her wings are shining
just like mine did, once upon a time...

will you clap for me once more? i'm fading
another tinkerbelle has left the scene when you say
goodbye and avert your eyes
to ignore the ghosts of twinkles i used to have

you said you loved me; at least, when we were alone,
so maybe i'll hear you clap for how we used to be
and maybe you'll offer me one sharp, sweet smile
before this pixie disappears into the darkness.

***Beauty's Song***

ah, to be what i was before my enchantment!
so pure, so innocent
so comfortable in my ignorance of men...

had he only left me asleep
i would have slept forever
peace dancing through my mind
but he had to claim me
with that damned kiss-
(as if a man could claim a girl
and chain her in her own dreams)

and like a spell... i saw only him
sure, he was wealthy, i suppose
and brilliant, romantic, handsome
all he was supposed to be

a real Prince Charming.

he caught me up in promises of forever;
i was fooled, i admit
i mean, i'm a fairy tale princess
wasn't "happily forever after" inevitable?

little did i realize
that ending was for his story
how would i know? we only live once
and it seemed so beautiful;
our lovemaking was exquisite
and we were meant for each other
or so the story went...

then he turned his eyes on another
turned away from me and left,
missed the ball, (he sent flowers
a poor substitute for "love everlasting")
and fled to a faraway shiny city...
i'm sure he's happy
in such a place of total diversion...

i, of course, was left alone
trapped in my rundown castle by my own insecurity
i was a princess
i was supposed to marry my prince, and live
happily by his side...
all i could do
was question where i had gone wrong
and wait for his white horse...

the spell, by now, forgotten and irrelevant
i must make my own tale
and create my own ending
wipe the futile tears away
and face my future with my dreams
(a hundred years of dreaming) to guide me...

***The Tower***

i must begin by stating this:

do not blame the witch, the healer-woman
for locking me into a tower
so high up, without escape;
it was for my protection, you see...
and do not blame her for my hair-
for i enjoyed our time together
when she would brush it
with those fine, ivory combs
and whisper of its beauty in my ear...

my situation now
is my fault, (and my responsibility)
she merely told me about men
and i was but a maiden, headstrong and foolish
curious, i suppose, about what one's use was
but forever heeding her warning of "beware"

still, girls will be girls
(forgive me if i sound bitter)
and when spring is in the air, it is a spell
and so i called to him that fateful day
that dark haired boy who was to be my downfall
thinking nothing of it, of men, of danger
trusting in the handsome face he displayed
glorious like the morning sun...

he asked to come up to me
lacking rope, i let my hair down
as i had done for the witch, amny times before
and we chatted, and i sang for him
(he told me i enchanted him, and i blushed)
we waltzed upon the straw matted floor
his hand on my waist, my heart fluttering
it was a fairy tale in motion...
then, one thing led to another
we kissed, we licked, we bit, we stripped
and joyously made love in my tower room...

it hurt more than i thought it would
but not as much as when he stretched and stood
asked for me to let him out
and promised he'd come back to me soon...

then i realized that was it

i lay naked on the floor
(believing)
clutching his words to myself
hoping, praying he'd return

weeks went by
my healer-woman worried
as i left my food untouched
and spent days gazing into nothing
braiding and unbraiding my hair
feeling a new life quicken inside me
tears falling unheeded to the stones...

there was no news of him
i confessed it all to the witch
and she held me as i cried, and cursed, and wept some more
and it was she who told me of his engagement
to some beauty who loved him not

my womb grew large and full
with the child he never learned about
the witch took me into her home
(taught me the secrets of the herbs
to help pass the time)
held my hand as i screamed
as my child was born from me...

it has been a year now
i live with my teacher, and my protectress
within a hovel in the woods
farm animals for my company
i am not unhappy...

but sometimes
when my child is asleep
(and there is nothing but the stars and i)
i wonder where he is, and how he is
if his fairy tale had a better ending
and if he ever looks at the stars and remembers me...

kittygrrl
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