Fairy Tale
In the quiet before sunrise,
Jessica dons her armor:
Buckles her greaves
And cinches the straps
Of her breast-plate.
Her sword shines
Unsheathed.
In the distance,
The tower looms,
Cold stone crowned
With jagged parapets.
There, the virgin prince sleeps,
Spellbound, bewitched
By black-scaled dragon.
She grips the saddle with her thighs,
Spurs her valiant steed
Forward.
Neither flame nor magic
Will keep her from her
Fairy tale ending.
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Comments
Apr 5 2009
Love the role reversal. Sort of a neo renaissance feminist approach, perhaps maybe?
Apr 9 2009
Nice alteration of a classic story. Simple role-reversal, but still manages to not be boring. I like how you keep many of the usual descriptions, I think it heightens the piece overall.
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