A Modern Day Fairy Tale (For My Daughter)

A Modern Day Fairy Tale (For My Daughter)

There came a time

When she found herself imprisoned

By a dark haired angry witch

In a 12^th floor tower block

Much like Rapunzel

But with no long hair for the Prince to climb

No oven no refrigerator

A mattress on the concrete floor

Two windows unadorned

Nothing but boxes of books

Assorted novels mainly paperbacks

Arranged in rows to protect her

Marking hours by the moons glow

Calculating ninety days or thereabouts

Until the curse was lifted

Wind howling through the gaps

Pigeons cooing on the sills

A way out of the fortress she did not know

As in most fairy tales she'd ever read

She was rescued

Not by a handsome Prince

But a beautiful Princess

Who offered her the haven

Of her soft and springy sofa bed

And so she fled her modern day cell

Dragging her boxes of books

While the witch enraged looked on

Powerless to act against the beautiful Princess

For a daughter's love

Is greater than any witch's spell