A melancholy princess sits
upon her rightful throne,
she thinks she has outgrown,
and feels as if alone.
The thrill of painted horses on
the carrousel is gone,
her heart's become withdrawn,
she's loathe to carry on.
The ones she knows and loves the most
are on another ride,
across a short divide,
yet, here she must abide.
There's nothing more ironic than
a sad trip to the fair;
the girl steeps in despair
and longs for over there.
Perhaps I'll draw her focus from
the wheel that so beguiles,
use all my charms and wiles
until the princess smiles.
I may be no replacement for the
ones for whom she longs,
but I shall sing sweet songs
till she feels she belongs.
I'll ride along beside her on
my pastel painted steed,
a knight to intercede,
until her spirit's freed.
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nice
first poem in which i have read about a carousel
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Wonderful! This fits the picture like they were made for each other.
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Oh, I do love this a great deal! Wonderful short and potent lines, good rhyme a terrific story here and a perfect match for the illo!!
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Such a sweet and beautiful poem. Doing what you can to make her happy while she is away from those she holds dear. Well done. I love making others happy
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Who wouldn't wan't to ride the big kid's wheel ... you can see forever up there
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Excellent
Ah, 'tis a fine write, indeed. Imagery; rhythm and rhyme are just fine. Thanks for sharing this one with me.
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Wow.
I feel like I just read my own psycho-analysis. Good job!
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This sent chills down my spine, literally! A beautiful write, great form and rhyme, fabulous work! And - the dream of every young woman. *sighs* Debbie
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When you mentioned the knight, all bets were off, this is superb and thoughtful; even more it is significant
lol
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You are good for my ego. Thanks.
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