Fairytale Fancy is a new poem that I have written, and it is the first one I’ve written this year.
Taken away I find that books are good company,
As I read, reality becomes a distant memory.
I become one with the story. And the tales blur.
Jack and Jill climbed to find the genie on the wall.
When they were down, I was feeling up. Like the Grand old duke.
Returning to the Gingerbread house. Brother John heard the rain.
I slipped and slid, as the book took my hand, guiding me away.
And Gollum stared obscenely, as I showed him the map.
Taking me to Atlantis and back. Hermione was in tow.
Gatsby tossed a champagne glass, though I said she was too young.
And in a daze, I imagine. A love like Juliet.
We dance under the moonlight, but it is all a fantasy.
For the lord of the flies is watching me. With dead, decaying eyes.
Like the people walking past. Drones in Nineteen Eighty-Four.
Into my tea I stare, a reflection of Mr. Hyde.
Imagining the queen as she dances in hot iron clogs.
Leading the children of Hamlyn into the pits of hell.
But I float away with an umbrella, Mary Poppins style.
Hitching a ride from a flying Chitty-Chitty Bang-Bang.
There was me, I, and my free drinks. As we sat facing the sun.
And I lived happily after and forevermore.