Fairytale 

I was once told to write my own fairytale

I think that ship has long set sail

Blown away by a windy gale

One more thing I can call a fail

Instead I write with paper and pen

Where I change the story again and again

A cavernous cave or a wooden den

But never a fairytale if ya ken

Rolling hills with plenty of trees

A bubbling brook where you’re down on your knees

I write about honey and bumbling bees

Of treacherous rains and rough weather seas

I write about almost anything

Two sweet lovers and how they cling

A fancy car, a diamond ring

But a fairytale I’ll never sing

A fairytale story I’ll never tell

My heart too often, it has fell

Pushed me back into my shell

I’m no longer under that fairytale spell

Poetry Written By:

Eryn Dunbar 

Copyright 1.11.2025