Tower Window Poem by Laurence Overmire

Tower Window

Rating: 5.0

The Prince was a stuffed-olive of a man
Beautifully proper and horribly dull
Little did she know that damn glass slipper
Would be her undoing
Marrying a fantasy, a childish thumb-sucking waste
Of wishful thinking
O that wicked godmother
To fill her head full of lies!
Sure, she had the palace, the servants
The golden carriage and a
Poodle named “Poof”
But that “Happily Ever After” line was just
A ruse, a convenient cover
For all the despair, a brave smile
To hide a secret longing for something real
Something tangible, to hold in her arms
To feel the Earth, solid beneath her feet
On hands and knees scrubbing, bleeding
Rags to work new miracles
A wild, impetuous roll in the cinders
With a brash, uncultured stable boy
Who takes her face between his laboring hands
And kisses her, gently
With a promise that can’t be broken.

(Previously published in Kookamonga Square, Feb.2003)

John Libertus 11 April 2006

This is it, Laurence, trump the ideal with the beautiful.

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Edwin Robinette 11 April 2006

So now we know the rest of the story.....I really enjoyed this one! Had to laugh at the poodle named Poof....good choice of a name!

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Duncan Wyllie 11 April 2006

Stunning! this is such a creative piece of absolute class! ! well done and thankyou for sharing it with the reader, Love Duncan

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