Fairytales~by Ilsa Hummingbird

 

 

Fairytales

Rapunzel weeps for her lost hair
& Cinderella for her slipper
what roads through woods
would lead you there
where Snow white sleeps
in her glass coffin
& dwarves line dreamily
up to kiss her mouth
the Prince still nowhere to be found
& where Rumpelstiltskin rubs his hands in glee
over the Queen’s sleeping baby
what secret ways
would lead & leave you there
where children smile
in the face of fear
where there is never a tear
shed for the villain
of the piece