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.
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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 ….
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Wow, John, it must be a Virgo thing happening 😉
I think I need to put a line in there about asking the hero what he did to my roses…
Definitely. Damn fool dragged his blamed axe all through the beds and walked right on by those peach trees so obviously in need of a trim!
You are making me crack up here! My guy thinks I am nuts, laughing at the computer screen 😉
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I LOVE this! What a great picture you paint 🙂
Oh, thank you!
heh-heh – cutting edge 😉
Aw, thank you, Polly. Had to do it!
I absolutely love the humor and independence of this 😊
Oh, thank you Rowan! It was fun to write 😉
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.
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My goodness, this is poetry, the perfect put down!
Aw, shucks! Thanks for the reblog…
LOVE!
Thank you! Thought you might like it, SFAM.
You know me so well! 🙂
Just wait until you see what my editor and I have been doing with Ophelia–which was what inspired this.
Then I shall wait…and I’m sure be in awe as always.
Aw, shucks. Now, it’s back to work for me. Hey–do you want a job editing?
details???
Call me later, after 8, and I shall give you all the details you might want.
I will try…packing a lot of sh…ah…stuff. headed to mass for the next week and 1/2 then to see the kids in virginia….if i don’t call by 8:30….call me on my cell and i’ll call you back from my land line.
Will do. Just e-mail me your cell again, as I seem to have misplaced it. Damn… Would love my head if it wasn’t attached.
will do
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…
Oh, pretty, pretty please, make this comment into a response poem–it would be great! Love this comment.
Your wish is my command, milady!
http://oneofaclass.wordpress.com/2013/07/09/no-fairy-tale-response-poem/
Aw, thank you!
*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 😉
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.
Smiling back big. Glad you liked. I was snickering the entire time I wrote this, as a response/spinoff to something a friend showed me last night.
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I like the modern tale. Woman have changed. Princess need control and don’t step on her roses. Thank you for the excellent poetry.
Thank you, John! Exactly–OFF the roses, and mind the door.
I have three daughters. They act like me. That could be a bad thing.
haha….oh i just LOVE it…. ha…the modern rapunzel knows how to occupy herself…even while waiting..smiles
Exactly, to the point the poor hero is an invasive nuisance 😉
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.
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.
Oh, how wonderful! Enjoy…
DIRT! YAY! 😉
Love this, Susan… great approach.
Thank you Laurie!
awesome, strong – SO much better than those simpering, fairytale models of supposed womanly deportment
Thanks, Ruth–and I agree!
I also loved this Susan–the scowling –she might be me
Hee, hee. She definitely is me!
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!
Exactly, Mary! We have had enough of waiting around for princes.
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!
OMG, I love your comment! My sentiments exactly.
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 !
As are you, Deb.
This left me smiling. I live in the same kind of tower. 🙂
Best kind of place 😉
LOL I’m having a good laugh here, Susan. Happy farming, Ms. Farmer 🙂
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ha! great closure and I also like your tone in this.
Thank you, Jane! Had fun with it.
Fun poem. Love the ending. “What have you done to my roses?”
Hee, hee. Thanks. Can’t you just see her hands on her hips, scolding, and the knight and steed standing in front of her, shamefaced?