The Chase: A Poem
I was a princess,
walked through the woods
with a golden tiara on my head
and wearing Cinderella’s dress.
There was a wood cabin straight ahead
and I went inside.
Few handmaidens and servants
stopped cleaning floors and dishes.
My presence made them distressed
and they immediately turned to face me.
I asked one of the handmaidens,
“Do you know where that boy is?”
She pointed to the backdoor.
Behind the glass window was
the pretty lad I was looking for.
I had been searching for him for days until then.
Blonde wavy locks were in his face
and those green eyes were piercing into mine.
He was caught red-handed,
with a diamond necklace and with a heart pendant attached.
He ran the opposite direction from the cabin.
The chase had begun.
I darted after him, not really sure
where he was heading in the first place.
I had taken off those high heels in the process.
My bare feet treaded carefully
on the roots of a willow tree.
I reached to grab his shirt, only to miss by an inch.
The boy giggled at this.
It was a cat and mouse game for him.
The boy was climbing up the trunk,
and I followed, but then I got stuck.
I couldn’t move an inch,
scared for my life.
I clung to the trunk of the willow tree for my dear life.
Alarmed, the boy realized I was in trouble
and needed his help.
Luckily, he reached out to me
and I grabbed his hand.
That gracious boy and I trembled,
and slowly we descended from the willow tree.
Once we were on solid ground, we found a spot
underneath the thick branch that hung above us.
He still held that diamond necklace in his hand
and I loved that necklace.
I just wondered if the boy saved the necklace
for another girl of his social status.
I was only a princess and he was just a commoner.
It was never going to work out anyways.
He looked at me and grinned
I was about to speak until he said,
“If you were about to tell me you liked me,
you could have said so.”
He leaned forward and planted his
sweet lips onto mine.
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