by forest tarn the little lonely girl
in tears laments in bitter loneliness
as silver moonshine kiss her golden curls
the trees are bowing down in tenderness
with bending limbs protect her innocence
their aging canopies provides a roof
while bed of moss can give deliverance
from wilderness she then can stay aloof
in princess dreams of golden castle balls
where dukes and princes beg her for a dance
but in her sleep she’s captured – trap-door falls
as forest trolls and beasts around advance
a princess captured to become the bride
her freedom is forever after now denied
Pincess tuvstarr by a forest tarn – by John Bauer
My apologies for moving this to the Swedish deep forest, it’s certainly black, and I think my story would play well with Grimm as well. We have our own artist painting fairy-tale paintings that I grew up with. I couldn’t help to write a little sonnet about the princess lost in the big forest.
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May 16, 2014
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This story STILL makes me cry, and even though you’ve bent the original a little I still love what you’ve done here. Then again, you are a master! *smile* (hon var inte vilse i skogen, hon hade ju älgen Skutt! Sen tappade den dumma ungen sin halskedja – och förvandlades med tiden till en tuvstarr… Fast det vet du ju säkert!)
Jo jag förändrade handlingen lite.. men jag tyckte den passade…
Absolut! Bara lite svårt för mig – eftersom just den sagan ligger mig så varmt om hjärtat. Men jag tyckte verkligen om din dikt!
I love it!! No apologies necessary at all…my intentions are to be a springboard for musing magic and that you’ve definitely spun here, Bjorn! Amazing tale…thank you for joining!
Thank you 🙂
yikes
Vivid details show no escape, neither in dreams nor reality. I wonder if there is any place that dark left in the Black Forest.
Very lovely and a little sxaey
The painting is beautiful and has an ivory, macabre sort of feeling to it because it puts me in the position where I am watching this girl, almost like stalking, waiting to leap and attack, which intensifies with reading your poem.
After the last lines, I am left with bitter sadness for her and her freedom
You’re poetic story was very dark and enchanting.
You’ve captured such giant visuals for all readers to let the minds consume in everyone’s imagination. I love this poem of yours. 🙂
P.S check out my new poem I just did. You will like this one very much.
I love the tender protective trees…..hate that she was captured after all her bright dreams. So well written, Bjorn. Love the rhythm and flow of your sonnet.
enchanting, dark and sad….
i love how the trees care for her and protect her… and i love fairy tales…i still believe they become true…smiles… happy saturday
Bjorn, Lovely. Fairy tales are fairy tales no matter their origin. There are just minor differences in the same genre. —Susan
nice…def carries the magic of a fairy tale and has the light and shadow…protected…but in the end her freedom denied….
Bjorn! I love yours-the silver moonshine and the protective trees~
This really does have the enchantment and fear of the fairy tale-wonderful to read. I wanted more~
It does play well with Grimm. I enjoyed this piece.
This tears at the heart Bjorn…such a sad fairy tale, but so beautifully written. Loved your illustration.
I love the fairy tale story Bjorn and form too specially the ending couplet ~
How sad for the princess captured ~
sad and lovely