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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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  1. And she was all like “Oh man, why’d you have to wake me up??!” Teenagers right? Ha, ha! Seriously though, lovely work as always Lana!

  2. Lovely picture and poem. What a fab job title: in charge of storytelling. Hope you have a lovely weekend too.

  3. 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. 🙂

  4. 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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