Fairytale Fancy

F

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.

More poems like Fairytale Fancy

Maybe Today

Someone Out There

Ballade Pour Les Miserables


BUY THE INTERNAL MONOLOGUE

About the author

Ben

Since 2012, Benjamin Attwood has written for the If you Ask Ben blog.

Add comment

Discuss.

By Ben

Archive

Follow

Dispatch

%d bloggers like this: