“It is decidedly so,” her mother speaks,
she smiles with warmth in her tone.
A kind welcome
the woman’s feelings strong, heartfelt,
The kingdom has gathered to
witness and bless this young babe,
her cooing and calling for Mother
draw attention and affection her way.
While a wild gust of wind could blow this scene away,
there is hope on the horizon
for this newborn,
society’s requests have not been forgotten,
their blessings for her will be spoken.
They wish for her:
beauty and bravery,
but if these wishes for her
were not enough
a grinning godmother approaches,
her eyes lit up –
is she deranged?
Or is she delighted to speak,
moved to promise the child even more?
“I wish you the truest love,”
with a slight inflection in her tone,
head cocked curiously to the side,
she glances over at the two royal thrones.
“Love in its truest form shall make you alive,
cause you to excitedly feel,
and the memories of a childhood will then be lost
and simply fall away.
Begone the memories well-constructed,
of timely family events and moments,
of kingdom comes and open loving arms,
decidedly it is so,
decidedly it is… -"
And the evil godmother was knocked out cleanly
with one single blow.
Who was the babe’s true saviour?
That somebody who temporarily removed the ability
Of Godmother’s intended curse?
The desired removal of the babe’s
future fondest memories,
to be torn from their safety
with the cruellest of feelings?
Why, it is a young boy,
could only be of three,
smiling to himself
shyly, but proudly enough
In his hands lie the sparkles
and twinkles of magical folk,
perhaps he is the babe’s truest love –
we must wait to see this as fact,
or as falsity,
or as truth,
in due course.
© 2020 Lauren M. Hancock. All rights reserved.
Image by PawinG from Pixabay
A/N: I watched Malificent for the first time over the weekend and really enjoyed it. This poem is inspired by this movie.
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