She Who Was Trapped in A Snow Globe

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She Who Was....

There was a girl, who's husband was ill.

and wished on a star, that landed on her windowsill.

He promised he would help, but she must make a deal,

she agreed to do anything as long as her husband would heal.

The demon-star didn't warn her, or tell her this was wrong.

Instead he whispered in her ear, his dreadful healing song.

 

"Oh, you who is sick, and might just die.

listen to these words, as I softly cry.

Eye of toad, heart of a stud.

Cure this illness, from his blood.

And when you wake, you'll be brand new.

But I won't be, laying beside you."

 

The demon told her  where they would go

then told her laughingly,Hurry, it would soon snow.

So she whispered the location, in her beloved's ear lobe.

then let the evil demon, trap her within a Snow Globe.

 

He told her "your husband will heal, but would sleep for two years.

They'd be long gone by then, but he'd be taken care of, so don't fear."

She sat upon this demon's shelf, feeling very small.

Knowing that if she got out, she wouldn't get far at all.

 

Though she was trapped within, it was never cold.

And the snow that fell, where flakes of pure gold.

This girl she sat all alone in her globe and cry.

Wishing she had got the chance to tell her husband goodbye.

 

She sat there for two whole years, looking through her mini telescope,

but by this long and daring time, the poor girl had lost all hope.

Until one day while laying down. the demon's great door caved in.

And low and behold before her eyes stood her tall and brave husband.

 

He attacked the demon with his sword, it didn't have a chance to make a sound.

Then searched the room for his wife, but didn't see her anywhere around.

She banged upon the wall of glass, wishing she could make it fall down.

And before she knew what was happening, she was hurtling towards the ground.

 

She screamed out loud fearing the worst and used both hands to cover her eyes.

but the impact never came, to her extreme and unbelieving surprised.

Her husband had caught her, and then he slowly let her out.

She feared she would stay small forever, until her body began to sprout.

 

They fell into each other's arms, straining to feel their love's kiss.

Until they heard a grumbling on the floor, that broke through their perfect bliss

They picked up the barely conscious demon, and hauled him up of his evil ass.

And decided as one to see if he would like it, trapped beneath a globe of glass.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I loved writing this one! I hope you all love reading it!

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SarahJane's picture

Like it :)

Like it :)


S J Illingworth 

DazedByLife's picture

I'm glad! It's one of four in

I'm glad! It's one of four in my fantasy poem series :)

nightlight1220's picture

Oh, yes, Yashi. Very good.

Oh, yes, Yashi. Very good. The demonized thinking we all have at one time or another, only makes ourselves suffer in the end. This is wonderful.


...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "

 

DazedByLife's picture

I'm glad you enjoyed it! I

I'm glad you enjoyed it! I wanted something that was.... fairytale-ish? (not a word but fits perfectly) That would capture the reader and draw them in!

nightlight1220's picture

What I find rather unique

What I find rather unique about the way you write, yashi, is that you skip the really unheard of parts of fantasy a lot, which makes it not so 'magical', and even when you put something very 'fantasy like' in the poem you balance it with a very sound, and grounded realism that is much more palatable to fit into real life, than the typical things of many years past that children have grown up with, only to eventually have to face the reality that we live in a dual world here on earth, and in order to thrive, we must accept both. (hope you understood that...i think you do).


...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "

 

DazedByLife's picture

I did understand what it is

I did understand what it is you were saying and you are completely correct. When I write these poems its in a way about fantasy creatures but those that walk among us. It delves into what it would be like if said creatures actually existed. Plus i have always been focused on the metaphysical or the "imaginary." I don't want it to be something that small children fatasize about but more like something adults have nightmares about. Does that make sense? I hope so.

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Yes, it does, and at least

Yes, it does, and at least for myself, I enjoy that a lot more because it's something that the reader can become a lot more engaged with. And it isn't even about the 'nightmare' (which I personally wouldn't put it that way), but more just like facing life on life's terms and not something so blown out of proportion that it's hard to place it in any context at all with a fixed day to day reality.


...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "