Happy Endings

This is the story I’m still trying to amend,

The poem I attempt to remember.

The one where there’s a definitive end

Which finishes happy ever after.


Somewhere along the journey we fought

Against not alongside each other,

We should have been battling with ogres

but instead we punched one another.


We might have defeated the slavering wolf,

Feasted on porridge of apocryphal flavour,

The sour bitten apple that choked us could have

been kissed away with a Heimlich manoeuvre.


Even wilting Wendy saw through Peter Pan,

But Alice Fitzwarren got married to Dick,

and Sleeping Beauty with 18 years warning

Couldn’t avoid the inevitable prick.


I hung my own millstone around my own neck,

And stepped inside my own witches oven,

Don’t get me started on the snogging of frogs,

Or whimsical beheading of huntsmen.


If only I’d just once let down my hair,

If I’d not lied about spinning gold skeins,

If I’d stopped trying to force on the slipper

If I’d not taken such fantastic pains


To ... well, to try to become the ultimate swan,

To hide Pinocchio’s protuberant nose,

To pretend it all started with once upon,

But didn’t end up under a rose.

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Dave Bradley

Sat 20th Apr 2013 16:23

Cynthia says it for me. Poignant, soulful and well-written

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Cynthia Buell Thomas

Sat 20th Apr 2013 14:58

This is very effective,well-structured with a fast pace, clear imagery and a shrewd plot. It strikes home to the heart of all women. I really enjoy it.

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Tue 16th Apr 2013 23:17

Aw, this is so sad. I like the way you use fairytales to tell the tale that not all ends with..........They lived happy ever after. I think we have all been there at least once in our life. I really like this bittersweet poem. It's one that touches you.

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