It was rather a shock,
that first realization that the rice thrown for good luck
could become so much grist for the mill;
that life would not all be sunshine and roses
and petal-strewn paths in the shade,
but hard labour under gruelling taskmasters called Self and Ego.
Who invited these to the party?
Shock gave way to compromise,
a regular everyday Ordinary
that slunk around the house and infected you both
with its insipid stagger.
No Fairy Tale, this –
the Prince’s fine suit has turned to rags
in this land of perpetual midnight.
The Princess has packed away her ball-gown;
she has no need of it, for she has forgotten the steps,
and he doesn’t ask any more.
He shuffles to work
and performs his duties
with grim determination.
She busies herself in her career
and loses herself in motherhood’s frenzied tasks.
‘I promise’ – until Life is hard,
and Love is harder.
As Narrator of this tale,
I remind you –
you are still Royal Ones.
Pick up your pen and rewrite this Tale of Two Pities –
insert roses by the dozen,
heroes wearing your clothes,
and with a flourish, gift Stamina with flesh and bones.
Life is not about happy endings and ever after, after all –
it is laundry and hiccups,
storm clouds and backed up toilets,
bills and glints of joy in the fabric of the peasant.
Why look for magic
when it lives within your spirit?
Why wait for your knight in shining armour,
when he lies next to you in human skin?
This is your story –
it is never too late
for a re-write…