Folklore

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Must we bow down to kings,

Please princes, wait on knights,

Follow mellifluous sirens that sing

Of silver promises and golden delights,

 

Seek out answers from mirrors,

Visit houses made of sweets and cake,

Hunt for pairs of glass slippers,

Count off days till we can awake

 

From our crystal coffins and beds of roses,

Obtain bargains with our souls,

Trust wolves that speak in pretty poses,

In order to play our roles?

 

Rather, I prefer to study the blade,

Weave honey locks into a glided rope,

Be told not to be afraid,

And still cling to dreams and hope,

 

Rewrite destiny, change the fates

By my own hand relying on wits,

Not what old wives narrates,

Forge a different path that befits,

 

Let my sweet little mouth open,

Been patient enough for a crown,

Leave behind the shackles now broken,

Enter the castle to take my rightful throne.

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Elaine Mullarkey

About the Author: Elaine Mullarkey

A wordsmith and bibliophile who also goes by the penname of Molly Lane. You can also check out my other written material on my Tumblr page https://blogmollylane.tumblr.com/.

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