Fancied Cage

Gliding through countless fields,
Lilac-rose,
Lavender-scented ever-green blossoms  of beauty,
Creeping creepers,
Snaking springs.

Leaping geckos,
Vain chameleons.

Gentlest breezes,
Twirling clothes,
Tendril-hair-play.

Eden-like paradise.
Hides precarious gates,
Housed in unseen tongs.

Golden cage,
Gilded paradise.

Now I know why the caged bird sings.

* No, I am yet to read Maya Angelou's autobiography, I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings. The end seemed appropriate and abrupt enough for what I intended. Thanks for reading and commenting. I have not been posting as regularly as I'd like but hopefully it will end soon. Check out my other blog here. Enjoy.

Kisses and Losses

A Facebook status update of a friend read: In order to get to your Prince Charming, you have to kiss a lot of toads.
My response:

There seems to a certain structure when it comes to princes;
They deem it necessary to don disguises.
For odd, unfathomable reasons,
The skin of a toad is preferred.
If you are really a prince, why hide in a toad's skin?
And of all the creatures in the world, why choose to be a toad?
The Frog-Prince started this trend, I believe.
Then Beauty came with her Beast.
Damsels had to loss stuff in order to catch the Prince's attention.
Cinderella lost her gleaming glass slipper,
Into a deep trance, Sleeping Beauty fell,
Rapunzel became a baldy,
And Little Mermaid lost her magnificent tail.
Delving in.
Can we just skip the kissing of toads?
And losing property or bodily parts?
Get right to the Charming Prince?
Please?

* 7 DAYS

I support 1GOAL with zero goal for the opposing team. LOL

Facets

Held up,
A light hits you,
Displaying a foray of colours,
The arrays of magnificence,
An infusion of richness unimagined,
It brings up brilliant laminations.

Paired against the light;
I am struck by your extravagant beauty.

Dumbfounded by that one act;
You have captivated my world.