milly pops
was a princess
who sat on soft cushions
and read poetry aloud
to her canary
her grandma said
she was a fusspot
a perfectionist
too hard to please
she tried to compromise
making connections
which she did not like
preferred solitude
and her own company
she got through years
mainly in a disconnected daze
when suddenly one day unexpectedly
a prince appeared
at her breakfast table
and everything fell
magically into place
for the first time
she noticed
the world was in colour
and had 'joy' tattooed
on her butt
the prince was charming
attentive kind helpful
loving thoughtful
cruel indifferent treacherous
all variegated strands stiched
to make a confusing crazy quilt
milly pops started to become unwell
a ping pong ball from jekyl to hyde
the situation became intolerable
and she took off
home to grandmas back to solitude
and her own company only this time
she could not bear that either
made me smile...lovely storytelling...and so true..when we once tasted that love..no matter if it confuses us...there's no easy way back...
ReplyDeleteSuch loneliness betokens that type of alienation all too well known in the modern world. Can we really preoare ourselves for the complexities of the real world? I think that without some exposure to struggles and trials during childhood, we are less able to handle them when they come to us as adults, often redoubled in ferocity.
ReplyDeleteoh goodness...even with joy on her but, she could not be pleased....
ReplyDeletewhat a lovely imaginative tale...i like that she finally see the world in colour...but then the sad ending...her choice too if she wants to be happy ~
ReplyDeleteOh--I love this--clever, imaginative--colorful write!
ReplyDeleteCan never be pleased, always a choice indeed, great tale.
ReplyDeleteYou've come up with a fable that is also a conundrum, and a morality tale. An exploration of the fact that poetry is, at its most essential, storytelling.
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