'Fairytales are in my head and in my head they start
to tell you bout the deepest thoughts that live inside my heart.'
- Alice Deejay

Tuesday, May 18, 2010

The Queen Fairy's Room

In her boudoir are doors and drawers. Holding & hiding intimate things. All those attributes hidden underneath -- the "shh's" she does not share, but we all know are there. Supporting the image she seeks to be seen

Her room is a world of gothic, pointed arches. Atop windows and mirrors, which reflect & reveal the creatures dwelling with her there

Such delicate & sensitive beings inhabit her innermost scene. They like to drape from & peep. About the places she tries to put them into. To keep 

She cannot help that they exist within her space, private & deep

And now are here for eyes keen to see

Look into the glass which separates. It is a slight grace. Between the lines of public & privacy

If you stare, please. Do not glare. As to what you find here, it is quite rare -- believe you me -- windows & mirrors are set about discreetly. Allowing her concealed personalities to be seen.

You, she will not see in this secret window looking

To her it is but a mirror. Reflecting what does not appear. To herself so readily

Those creatures within & beneath the surface of things. Shy & not perfect. Sneaking out and peeking about

Will frighten away quite easily. If they catch a harsh gasp. 
Peering at her & they severely

Enjoy the view, please. Of this interior place. Where close to the heart many things lay. And of which, she never really meant to be on display.

--Christine Kincer 2010