A little background to this one… As a general rule of thumb (for myself – everyone else can set their own rules: that’s none of my business!) I don’t tend to re-edit poems once I’ve posted them on here or submitted them. However, today I’m making a big exception in posting a “tweaked” version of a poem posted sometime last year. The reason is this: tomorrow I’m going to an open mic night on the theme of “love” (Valentines and all that caboodle…). Now, regular readers will know that writing about the joy of lurve is not something I make a habit of – unless it’s love gone wrong or someone getting a bit murder-y post-love. So finding something to read at this event was something of a challenge. I found this one in my “archive” (disorganised filing lack-of system), thought “maybe… Hmmmm” and did a few read throughs in the kitchen to the cat (as is my usual rehearsal technique). But, it didn’t quite work in the original form… Hence, a little nip here, a little tuck there and this is the result. Fingers crossed I don’t offend any menfolk in the audience… I will be wearing pink. ‘Cause I like wearing pink.
I don’t need a handsome fairytale
prince to whisk me away from all this.
Glass slippers are not my style.
I can choose my own footwear.
I don’t need a chauffeur-driven
classic car – I often get the bus.
Don’t need a magic carpet’s woosh
or a flying man in snug lycra pants
and a cape all a-flatter as he dives
upon me from the midnight sky.
Can’t be doing with all that fuss.
I don’t need a bold white knight
galloping in on his snorting stallion,
flashing his whacking great sword.
Indeed, it might well be a very big one.
I don’t need saving. And I’ve no truck
with sparkling blood-sucker boys,
too scared to come near for fear
my scent will tempt depraved urges.
(Isn’t that half the point of dating?)
No Neanderthal tough guy
gets to drag me to back his cave
by my hair. I will not be snared
by wizards and potions or drugged
limp in some beardy scientist’s lair.
(Isn’t that date rape? Like, illegal?)
I am no one’s trapped fair maiden
with virtue untainted. I don’t need
brash heroics or to be claimed
or rescued. Did no one ever
think to leave Sleeping Beauty
to snooze? Now that’s all clear,
we can get better acquainted,
if you dare… Come over here.
And here’s a link back to the previous version…