IISZ 2018 Challenge #5 - The Queen's Dreams

[nibbed]

Endless streams             coloring the memory
of fears and desires       thicker, heavier. Catch
loose ends tangling,       and collapse.  Although, 
weaving, unravelling       always disorganized.
Deafening weight            from what you believe
of familial pressure        you yearn the righteous
and the roles laid            lessons to lead, run
down by ancestors.        Away with your needs.
You are the earths          farewell to fascism
eruption to freedom       and dream, come true,
You are the births           complete personification 
corruption, mutation.     Be the change you seek.     
You are amazing,            you can do anything
You are unique.               You can make mistakes
You can be alone            But You know you shouldn't       You shouldn't                   have done that                       

This is pretty amazing!
I don't know how you wrote such a poem so quickly into the challenge!
I keep seeing that little blonde curly haired girl who is standing in front of the mirror
cheering herself on, but then the ending of the poem is a big downer, an "uh-oh!"we can all relate to.
I love how you divided it so cleverly into columns, but the secret remains, how did you write it so quickly?

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You Will Meet Three Stooges

The stories we tell our children will spin like bright candy on their tongues, but as sweets are to the mouth too much magic will rot expectations. The young girl stands by her bed, awake but still dreaming that her parents are not her parents and that some prince will come to take her away. Her slippers transform to velvet or glass as she minces in royal steps to unheard music.  She will meet three men who represent all the men in the world. In fairy tales, there are often threes—a nod to the Trinity, and the divine drive to find the one (three in person, one in nature) who will satisfy all unspoken cravings. She will meet them all: the older brother with the cruel look of a hawk, the middle brother who eats lavish meals in front of the hungry, and the young fool, who is noble in his stupidity, and surely a prince in spite of reason. The girl’s body will age, but she will hold her youth tightly like a clutched pearl until she places her hand into each of their hands in turn. She will dance oblivious through the steps of courtship, and meet the eventual reality that a kiss, no matter how sweet, cannot change a stooge into a prince.

She will meet three men who represent all the men in the world.
What a grand line! Thank you Todd!


-nibbed