Poem: The Princess Grows Up

Once upon a time
There was…
No
This isn’t that story

 

No princes
No dragons
No knights
No crowns

 

Once upon a time
There is a girl
And she is only that

 

There is a girl playing in the meadow
The flowers her make-believe kingdom
A tangle of weeds
Becomes her pseudo crown

 

She is a princess
And she isn’t
She is real
She is pretending
To be a princess

 

Picturing rabbits
For Alice to follow
Into Wonderland
Young enough still
For fairytales

 

There is a girl
Playing in the meadow
Soon she is called in for dinner
She is berated
For
Real girls do not
Get dirt on their dresses
Or
Weeds in their hair

 

The flowers are not her kingdom
They are not a kingdom at all

 

 

Winter comes
And flowers die
Her kingdom crumbles
After all
Little girls must grow up sometime
Just like Wendy did
Time to lock the windows
Against the night
And those who belong to it

 

She is too big to fall down rabbit holes
Too old to never grow up
And
There are no fairies in the garden
There are no princesses
Fairytales aren’t for
Real girls
The meadow kingdom
Will never have a queen

 

The princess always grows up
Before she can believe
And then it is
Too late

 

A little girl sits in a meadow
But she is not so little anymore
The flowers look for their princess
But all they get is a ghost

 

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