In a dark jungle,
Covered by a frosty spell,
A glittering moon was playing
Between the howls.
A little girl
Sat listening to a fairy tale.
Like all the others,
She turned to her mother and asked:
“Can I become a witch
Instead of a princess in the story?”
Her astounded mother asked,
“Why?”
She replied, in a soft voice:
“I want to be the hero of my tale—
The weaver of my own destiny’s thread.”
Rather than a princess
Waiting for a prince,
Who needs a pair of crystals
To recognise me.”
— Ray Moonee
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Author:
Ray Moonee (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This poem is written by Ray Moonee to break age old stereotype towards freedom and choice.
- Category: Children
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Comments2
Wow !
Evocative , lyrical poem
Thanks
A beautiful message in this write it reflects a more modern view of choice and an antihero over the old hero view. Nicely done
Thanks
My pleasure
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