A Happy Ending


In dreams, he saw her standing there
knocking on his door
In peasant’s robe she came to him
barefoot after war

A subject hurled into blunt winds
Her golden hair marred with dirt
A child she once played beside
Consumed by a world of hurt

“All along the watchtower”
Soldiers’ guns did beat
She sought a pauper’s hand
A princess masked in defeat

In his house he took her
To feed her weary soul
He sought no recompense
Only to make her whole

He bathed her with warmth
Washing dirt from her face
For those who knew her identity
would think her in wrong time and place

No such thought to her occurred
As this pauper took her hand
He healed her wounded skin
Without condition or demand

And in his comfort of her wounds
A princess became much more
For in this day she became one
Her heart’s key freed in a pauper’s door

Upon her castle’s return
The princess received much sympathy
Her constituents gathered ’round
Forever lost in acatalepsy

They could not understand
How in a pauper’s care
A princess found true happiness
Her love for a pauper so dear

“And all the king’s horses
And all the king’s men”
Would lock her up on high
Her spotted mind to mend

Imprisoned in an earthen tower
Her pauper threw a rope
Descending steep stone walls
Into his arms she would elope

To escape outside of boundary
Beyond forest’s edge
A pauper carried a princess
with only love as his pledge

The moment he first cared for her
without recognition of her face
was the moment a prince and a pauper
became one in universal grace

And a princess became his queen
A stone castle to forsake
Priceless their life together
in a humble cottage by the lake

The End

(c) s l jennings aka sandy somewhere


P.S. If you made it to the end of this long poem ~ here is a little music as a thank you for your patience ~ Enjoy 🙂

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No online identity can truly define me. I have a navigation panel with controls, but I understand I cannot control external elements. I believe I am spirited with God (Love) to guide my life. I am human in my strength and my frailty. I somehow safely navigate my children through life's trial and errors. I proudly wear each stripe on my Mom's uniform; though, I still love the silky feel of soft négligée against my skin. I am human after all. Welcome to my Spirited Poet blog. Welcome to me.
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3 Responses to A Happy Ending

  1. Firstly my dear Sandy this didn’t feel long at all,in fact I was lost in your wonderfully beautiful narration,your poetry flowed so smoothly almost like a stream,loved this tale indeed if there’s love a small cottage feels like a castle,beautiful beautiful poem,love the music too,magical 🙂


    • spiritedpoet says:

      You made my day visiting here to read this poem (as well as all the others). Thank you so much for such a beautiful compliment. The music is from Princess Bride. I really like the soundtrack for Princess Bride, but I still need to see the movie 🙂 I hope you are well and enjoy the week ahead! Thanks again!

      Liked by 1 person

      • my pleasure entirely,isn’t it a privilege that we get to enjoy such beauty and at the click of a button…I loved all 🙂 I’m good thank you for asking and you too have a beautiful week,love and hugs always 🙂 ♥♥


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