Friday, February 17, 2012

Fairy tale picture things

The lion, so mighty, has its fate to be decided by something so tiny and weak as a mouse.

Something so petite can coexist so well with something so powerful with the ability to easily destroy the petite being.

Dragged away, fading in and out of consciousness.
The ship was sunk on the jagged rocks of Salamis Bay
as I drown I feel something pick me up
It carries me to the surface faster than I ever thought possible.
I feel the skin of another human above water
But also the rough scales of a fish.
Who is this, that cares enough for me
That they would spend their time to save me, of all people
There were better men on the ship than I.
Was it random? Was I the only survivor?
The din and crash of the fleets grows fainter in the distance
All I hear is the gentle waves of the sea.

I play my fiddle for a growing crowd of ants, who are enthusiastic to see and hear me play. As winter comes, however, I am left hungry, as I cannot eat my fiddle.

I carry baskets of food for my wicked sisters, who do not thank me or appreciate my work. A magical fairy floats around me, trying to convince me to shed my rags and become the beautiful woman I could be.

Running trough the dark, misty, shadowy depths of the forest I go faster and faster trying to get out as soon as possible.

That damned fool to my left keeps making stupid jokes aimed at befriending the new girl. I just came here for some nice tea, not to hear the Mad Hatter babble.

At the first sound of the church bells the other militiamen and I rushed out of our homes and headed straight to the armory. We never figured we'd be tying down a giant man, a hundred times bigger than any of us.

I do not like this bed. It is lumpy and uncomfortable. There is also a bizarre lump at one spot; I imagine it to be some sort of deficiency in one of the mattresses.

Every night in my dreams I go out to play with the animals of the forest in a beautiful gown. I have tried to simulate it in the daytime when I'm not busy with the farm, but the animals will not come nearly.

1 comment:

  1. Beautiful language! Your use of specific places like Salamis bay really heighten the sensory details and I love the word din...NICE JOB!

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