I fell asleep
and trusted my soul to keep
but then I entered a lush garden
which I entered without a pardon
over at the far end
yes just around the bend
was a women standing
on a marble landing
her back was turned to me
and I could see
snakes in her hair
yet her skin was quite fair
and she had quite a nice derrière
I turned to flee
but that's just not me
she had the snake hair thing
but I heard that wow could she sing
a lonely broken hearted song
about so many things that were wrong
I looked again
around that bend
in addition to the skin, voice and ---
her body had more curves then a racetrack
so adapting my best tack
I picked some red flowers
by the big ivory tower
and walked up to her and bent on one knee
presenting the flowers I said see
this is for you
because your song was sad and true
she turned and said arghh now you turn to stone
but instead I said I do not wish to spurn
but stone is not really my thing
I can show you my yo-yo on a string
or perhaps juggling maybe a little mime
I can do many wonderful things if you have the time
so she pulled out a gun
suprised I said no no thats no fun
then I looked as cute as I could
and stayed as still as wood
I don't understand she said why you don't attack me
you are a hero and I am hideous can't you see
I said nah handing her the flowers
you are quite beautiful here by your tower
I would rather take you out for coffee and cake
so I leave the rest of the story out for you to make
;)

Everyday she walks alone
Keeping her head bowed down
But she knows she's a princess
With an imaginary crown

One day she met a boy
She thought whom was the one
Made her promises of forever
Asked for everything but none

But colors fade away
So did her perfect guy
He found someone 'better'
Left without any 'goodbye'

Now her heart was broken
She walks alone again
Left with nothing but memories
Of a boy she loved back then.


© Leigh Herondale  *January 2015

meet me at st prancras she said;

hair whipping as she turns just as he running, stops.

bag thuds down as she leaps

.
.
.

eyelids shut

lives, stories and colours ram into one spectacular collision as the world around them blurs.



meet me at st pancras she said

his eyes like orbs drink her in

their lips, so soft, cling for those precious few minutes.

Stolen.

desperate lovers hiding from the world,

begging for that safe haven -

of her.


meet me at st pancras she said

a few more minutes

he pleads

her curls shake as her turns away.

Again

pauses, her heart splintering like glass on the cold stone floor.


"I can't........................."


meet me at st pancras she said

the words join their ancestors of the past

the only constant for these intwined hearts

that beat like drums in unison

as their fingers stretch out for

one

last

touch.


The train's whistle blows.
Tears fall like rain.
Anger at her parents stabs at her soul
as she whispers


meet me at st pancras.