No fairy tale

I am no princess waiting for rescue.
Any tower I am inside I own the keys to
and the dragon coiled at the base
is of my own making.  You might bleed
the price the thorns I planted as seeds require,
surrounding stone walls and hope to find me
sleeping, waiting for a kiss to animate me,
and end up disappointed
when you break down the door

and find me awake and scowling,
flatfooted and ankle deep in weeding,
asking you why, knighthood aside
you lacked the grace to knock,
and what you have done to my roses.

About Susan L Daniels

I am a firm believer that politics are personal, that faith is expressed through action, and that life is something that must be loved and lived authentically--or why bother with any of it?
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65 Responses to No fairy tale

  1. Teehee. And with dirt under your fingernails no doubt!
    Funny. I just did a kind of a fairytale photo story. Damn sympathetic wavelengths… I just broke this trail through these deep dark woods for so many weeks to find ….

  2. potterfan97 says:

    I LOVE this! What a great picture you paint 🙂

  3. heh-heh – cutting edge 😉

  4. Rowan Taw says:

    I absolutely love the humor and independence of this 😊

  5. Sweet and savage! The knight meets the knitted brow, and male naivety soars to novel heights! My goodness, Susan, this is poetry with a purpose. It pummels and dismantles male traditional poise and pose.The credit is both to the poet and the inspirer!

    • The inspiration was something written by a friend that spun this off immediately 😉

      But, yes–what are men to do when their chivalry is not appreciated and seen as an intrusive bother? Sigh. Chivalry is not dead–it just has been scolded into a corner somewhere.

  6. Reblogged this on visionvoiceandviews and commented:
    My goodness, this is poetry, the perfect put down!

  7. oneofaclass says:

    Oops – sorry! I tried to pick a rose for you, but have you ever tried doing that wearing gauntlets? And once inside, my visor fell, I tripped, and with all this damn armor, well, it weighs a bloody ton. Sorry about your door… I’ll go fell a tree in a stroke and make you a new one. I’m sure that ancient rowan by your window must be blocking your view…

  8. *expectant smile, handing you bouquet of just cut roses*

    • Aw, that reminds me of the time my daughter (when she was 3) picked all my strawberry blossoms as a bouquet for me. Imagine choking back the scolding and saying thank you…

      So, thanks for the roses 😉

  9. brian miller says:

    the dragon of my own making…dont we, for sure…the price of thorns as well…another line that caught me…ha….why did you hurt my roses…did you think i needed saving…smiles.

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  11. johncoyote says:

    I like the modern tale. Woman have changed. Princess need control and don’t step on her roses. Thank you for the excellent poetry.

  12. claudia says:

    haha….oh i just LOVE it…. ha…the modern rapunzel knows how to occupy herself…even while waiting..smiles

  13. Alice Keys says:

    Don’t bother milady when she’s gardening. 😉 Alice

    • Hee, hee. You know it. OK, my husband just offered to go out to the garden and pick beans (first flush of the season due to our cold, rainy June), after asking me if I trusted him to do it. My response:
      “That would be great… Just be sure to wash your hands first, if you have smoked a cigarette, as it can give the plants a virus otherwise, and only pick the larger beans… Make sure to leave the baby beans and buds/blooms on there and do NOT pick them, or it will impact the yield later.”

      Control freak much? I am counting myself lucky that he is still WILLING to pick them.

      • Alice Keys says:

        No.Not at all. I completely understand. Non-gardeners need the information.

        Good news here. I’m allowed to weed this yard and even plant a vegetable plant if I want. I’ve weeded out her couple of strawberry plants near the steps. She has an actual vegetable garden (that I wouldn’t dream of touching… see your comment above). Maybe I’ll pick up a courgette plant at the market Friday morning. ((SIGH). I’m happier than in a long time. Real dirt under my fingernails.

  14. Laurie Kolp says:

    Love this, Susan… great approach.

  15. Ruth says:

    awesome, strong – SO much better than those simpering, fairytale models of supposed womanly deportment

  16. I also loved this Susan–the scowling –she might be me

  17. Mary says:

    This feels very empowering, Susan. I like the idea that any tower you have you own the keys to. And no prince’s kiss necessary to give life to your being!

  18. shanyns says:

    YES! YES! LOVE this. Wish there was a ❤ button to click. This is perfect. This is me. A new favorite! Wonderful! No knight in shining armor for me, give me the horse and sword, let the doofus in tinfoil walk into the thunderstorm!

  19. Wonderful Susan ! I loved the humor and yet, there’s a sentimentality when you introduced the rose garden into it. We are –in some degree, not waiting for the prince, but we definitely are dream-filled princesses. You are an unparalleled Princess !

  20. kelly says:

    This left me smiling. I live in the same kind of tower. 🙂

  21. LOL I’m having a good laugh here, Susan. Happy farming, Ms. Farmer 🙂

  22. janehewey says:

    ha! great closure and I also like your tone in this.

  23. poemblaze says:

    Fun poem. Love the ending. “What have you done to my roses?”

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