The Princess and the Flower

Once upon a time

When things were not as they should

Lived a Princess who thought things were fine and all good

Tucked up in a tower

In her room all day

No colour

No sun

Everything was grey

Nothing to brighten her dark little corner

Nothing to think of anything other

Just gloom and misery and bother

 

One day as she sat in her tall dark tower

She peeked out the window and saw a flower

It was wild and lovely

It’s petals all full

It glistened in the meadow

It gleamed in the sun

It looked to be having so much fun

 

That flower it danced in the breeze all day

It took the Princess’s breath away

She felt her shoulders fall down

Her muscles relax

A little smile turned up her tight mouth

 

She stared until her eyes were red

They stung her some

And tears were shed

Until the night and the stars were heavenly

The princess bowed her head

She felt so heavy

Those delights though lost by nights dark curtain

Could still be seen by the Princess for certain

Her mind replayed those beautiful gems

Over

And over

And over again

How crisp

How perfect

How lovely they’ed been

 

The night ran long for the Princess that eve

Pacing and waiting for light to be seen

Upon the horizon

Where the flower had been

Anxious again to see it once more

To give her delight and pleasure for sure

 

Upon the horizon light was shining

The shadows grew long

Quite swiftly were falling

And in the meadow where the flower was blooming

Three beauties were dancing

In the meadow all gleaming

 

She called to the gardeners

The maidservants

The guards

“Protect these things

These precious little flowers

Build them a wall

Build them towers

I love them I want them let’s keep them as ours

Together we can live in two seperate towers

 

The courts they flew into a terrible flurry

The hammers

The anvils called out in a hurry

The Princess wrung her hands and paced by her bed

Loving these flowers really bothered her head

As she watched from lofty angles above

She saw tall walls

And a building take form

 

At last she thought with a terrible smile

I’ll have them as mine

Whenever I desire

 

But as the walls continued to tower

The sun was cut

And the rain could not shower

For under such careful guarding and building

The  flowers began to lose their gleaming

Their lovely buds and petals that bloomed

Turned brown and ugly

And started to stoop

 

The princess came to visit one day

And proclaimed with such utter dismay

“Who has taken my flowers away?”

Accusing the gardeners

The maids

And the guards

“Who  has planted these weeds and stolen my flowers?

Tell me now

And tell me swift

For I know one amongst you is a thief”

 

The maids

The gardeners and the guards all quivered

They feared the Princess and the power she wielded

No one knew how to explain things proper

They knew the flowers indeed were rotten

(What do you expect when sun and showers are forgotten)

The Princess threw herself into a fury

She went to the walls in such  hurry

Raging

Screaming

Cursing and foaming

No one had seen such savage performing

 

The maids held their breath

And the guards flew to arms

The gardeners ran away

Shovel in arms

 

The Princess took hold of the smithies stuff

She broke the tower

The walls

And the roof

And like a swimmer who takes a deep breath

The sun shone through into the darkened depth

Those wilting flowers as if for a second

Shivered so slightly

As if they’d been awakened

The Princess saw them in a new light

And knew those weeds had been her delight

She looked upon them

A tear in her eye

She turned to the gardeners

The maids

The guards

“Help me” She said

Understanding at last

The maids

The gardeners and all of the guards

Joined in together

As if they were one

Pulling each stone

Undoing what was done

The sun it stuck like to glue to those flowers

They raised up their heads

They drunk in the showers

Their petals flung out

Their colours grew bright

To look upon them was to delight

 

The Princess declared a brand new law

“Let all that is hidden, shine as before.

Be careful not to interfere when things are growing

Let them be, wherever they are blooming.”

 

 

 

 

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