A fairytale rewritten


While sitting on the shore of the quiet peaceful rill
She observed the lightsome play of the dragonflies
A spiral of turquoise interlaced with cerulean

A gust of wind ended their flapping, fluttering swirl
Off they go to new adventurous heights in the skies
She imagines they won't cease their frivolous romance

Suddenly she gets startled by an ominous, thunderous sound
The beech trees are raising their branches in a silent protest
As the soil exploded into an outburst of fungus and dirt

Smeared with mud, she's aimlessly crawling around
Her heart is anxiously pounding in her chest
When the creature revealed itself, threatening and again absurd

A huge brownish green frog looked her in the eyes
Trying to catch her with flippers stretched as claws
While opening its wide, moist mouth, it says: 'Miss'

Could you please help me out of my unfortunate disguise
I need a slight touch of your tender lips on my jaws
Break my excruciating spell, please release the prince with your kiss'

She images castles and crowns, a life of splendor and gold
If she saves the prince they would write her a eulogy
'My prince, I'll redeem you from being miserable and blue'

She bowed over and kissed the frog on its lips, slimy and cold
But the frog stayed a frog, green, disgusting and repulsive ugly
With a roaring laughter,  it disappeared while loudly screaming: 'Got You!'

© Daginne Aignend