Fantasy, poem, poetry, Sonnet

Wishful Thinking

On a heath sitting beneath a toadstool,
his head’s in his hands; his wings’re folded;
his fairy tail swishes, and like a fool
he’s wishing that Prince Charming’s blindfolded
state won’t continue. It’s all that twit Cinder’s
doing; the belle of the ball cast a spell.
That glass slipper’s its trigger; it hinders
all rational thought; the Prince’s not well,
not since she banished Pink. Without invite,
he can’t go; there’s no one to  break the spell.
A beloved voice booms out and he takes flight.
Cinder’s gone; fairy dust falls, breaks the spell.
“I thought I’d lost you, my friend,” the Prince said.
“Promise you’ll never leave me, ‘less I’m dead.”

~ ~ ~

Even fairies have wishes and just sometimes they come true.

Prompt courtesy of Garden With Real Toads: Wishes & Tale Weaver # 40: Fairy Tales

23 thoughts on “Wishful Thinking”

    1. Thank you 🙂 I read both your prompts before I left for work and the tale spun itself while I sat in traffic. It was most insistent that I write it down. Thank you for the prompt.

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