No Happy Ending
Once upon a time
There was a maiden fair
Her sweet-pitched voice would chime
Light sparkled off her hair.
One winter's afternoon
This pretty, shining star
Heard the weeping, mournful tune
Of a slave-girl from afar.
She embraced her in her arms
And let the poor girl cry
Who only saw her charms
And misconceived the lie.
Joy filled the girl right up
The princess took her to her home
Gave her tea from her own cup
And brushed her hair with her own comb.
The two became the best of friends
The townsfolk called them twins
They helped each other 'round all the bends
Never committing any sins.
The slave-girl felt so free
Now her troubles had all gone
It's a shame she couldn't see
That they'd only just begun.
A year had past since they'd first met
It flew without a frown
And just as things had finally set
An old memory came to town.
The princess squeezed her long-lost bud
As the slave-girl watched, confused
The pair left the peasant in the mud
She had never felt so used.
Now the maiden had her best friend back
The slave-girl had no use
So she climbed upon the barn's haystack
And tied a final noose.

Moonrose   Moonrose wrote
on 12/26/2009 11:16:38 AM
A sad reminder of those cruel people that can so easily produce the feeling of a strong bond, when in fact it was made purely to shred and bend with their fickle wills. The last line hit me really hard lol... good job :)

lynda13   lynda13 wrote
on 11/7/2009 12:07:45 AM
Your words had to be from something you actually experienced. To have the abilility to touch the spot in another person that they have kept buried and forgotten - to bring back the hurt, with such understanding and insight - it had to be from deep inside you. You can't express and connect to others in the way you do - giving life and validity to such feelings (that most of us wish to forget) without going through the same pain yourself. Your words don't heal, but they give me a feeling of inclusion. I am not the only one.................thank you, I really enjoy your work!

Del_Horton   Del_Horton wrote
on 11/6/2009 8:06:25 AM
This is a great poem. It has a message that is very true. Friendship can bring on a special feeling and when it's lost, it can be very hurtful. Human interaction with others (even with strangers) is what can make a person happy for a day.

lynda13   lynda13 wrote
on 10/29/2009 9:44:14 AM
The picture you put in my mind was so vivid and real, bringing back sad memories - lucky are the few who have not been used and discarded in this way by another they trusted. This comes from your own experience and that makes it connect to me more. Knowing others have been through the same betrayal gives a strange sort of comfort.

writing Rinskinski
"Painters paint their pictures on canvas. But musicians paint their pictures on silence." - Leopold Stokowski

"Do you know that our soul is composed of harmony?" - Leonardo da Vinci
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A tale of the sad reality of some friendships.