damsel in distress.

Mirabella had three wicked sisters,
whom she served ’til she wore blisters.
Then they’d beat her much more still.
Yet, she obeyed their every will.

A young prince watched the days go by,
and saw Mirabella sit and cry.
“What a girl to waste,” says he,
“I shall save her from her misery.”

At night, he snuck up in her room,
and found her sweeping with a broom.
He said, “Why don’t you leave; why don’t you run?
And be long gone at morning sun?”

She just glanced upon the prince.
“Why,” said he, “don’t I convince?”
She continued with her steady sweeping,
succumbing to her life of weeping.

“Oh girl, I’m here to set you free,
come to me! I’ll rescue thee!
Why don’t you hurry; can’t you see?”
“I enjoy the pain,” says she.

 



Promising Poetry Week 48 Award Winner

Happily ever,
after the story’s been lived,
may you skip chapters.

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55 thoughts on “damsel in distress.

  1. Pretty sad that the girl got used to the miserable life, reminding us that it is not a fairy tale where “they happily lived ever after”. Poem with a deep meaning. Well written Fountains.

  2. Very clever poem, very entertaining read, if a bit seemingly melancholic. Loved the take upon the old classic, and then putting a twist on it. Put a smile to my eye, though not one of pure humour.
    The Lonely Recluse.

  3. A simple short story .. well written in a poem .. with a rhythmic sense..:)

    I liked the intensity in the last line “I enjoy pain” 🙂
    Keep blogging..
    Cheers ^_^

    ~Madhumathi

  4. Little late getting to this one.
    Such a mixed flow and you are very insightful,again.
    Congrats too 🙂

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