For my young princes,
don't start your searches in a swamp:
toads kissed and coddled are still toads,
broken mirrors draped with silk are still broken,
the knife sticky with love is still a knife
sorry, so sorry, my sons
but a story you love is still a story
don't ask me for magic books,
maps to the underworld,
a talking horse
a broken girl is still a girl,
also still broken;
sorry about the locks
they won't magically open
Apr 2, 2013
Apr 2, 2013 at 4:06 PM UTC
For my young princes,
don't start your searches in a swamp:
toads kissed and coddled are still toads,
broken mirrors draped with silk are still broken,
the knife sticky with love is still a knife
sorry, so sorry, my sons
but a story you love is still a story
don't ask me for magic books,
maps to the underworld,
a talking horse
a broken girl is still a girl,
also still broken;
sorry about the locks
they won't magically open
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