Fairy Tales

Buried love in a pirate’s chest
and then I lost the map.
Not to worry, a heart keeps best
locked deep inside a trap.
Then comes along a lad so fine
he flies across the gap.
Starts planting seeds inside my mind
of tantalizing nap.

Erased my name from cupid’s mail
allergic to his laugh.
Learned to sail a life not stale
and steer a lovely craft.
Then comes along a song so strong
I somehow catch a draft.
My senses keep on steering wrong
with every breeze turned daft.

Sealed my soul in Rapunzel’s tower
cementing up my pain.
Cut my hair in that same hour
with hopes of living sane.
Then comes along a lilting voice
that questions all past gain.
Quite suddenly I crave a choice
called dancing in the rain.

Once glimpsed my mind in Merlin’s cave
not sure of what I saw.
Ten thousand years I’ve lived a knave
assuming life on draw.
Then comes along a chance to sing
with one who teaches awe,
connecting me while wandering
through sounds not needing law.

I safely packed Pandora’s Box
and said my last good-byes;
I sought the truth of wily fox
and held myself most wise.
Then comes along a notion bold
sends quiver through my thighs,
and melts away Pandora’s gold
by seeing to her sighs.

While shinning up Aladdin’s lamp,
I found my way inside
and pitched myself a comfy camp
to lay the past aside.
Then comes along a sultry tone
awakens time denied;
pierced right in two my heart of stone
before it softly died.

Shred my invite to Cinder’s Ball
not hunting for a Prince;
I needed rags to wash the wall,
so tore my gown of chintz.
Then comes along a courtly call
divining my heart’s wince
blows right on through my weathered hall
and steals away my bliss.

Wrapped up my grin in Tin Man’s skin;
stopped delving darkened mines.
I put away what some call sin
to read between the lines.
Then comes along a touch so new
it questions all past signs.
Just how his touch has broken through
is haunting thought that binds.

Copyright: Lynn Marie Sager 2007