Fairytales

The whole world stood still.

2 billion tuned in to watch.

I awoke at 4am, an event paramount to a lunar eclipse.

Tweets flew around as champagne breakfasts began on a country’s day off.

What would she wear?

How proud would his mother be.

“the scars of your love remind me of us, they keep me thinking that we almost had it all”

the heartbroken soul pens her album

dirty with the fingerprints of the thief of her heart

yet this break up record still spends consecutive weeks at #1 of charts

on both sides of the Atlantic

rough winds creating a tide the lovesick surf upon

“Sometimes it hurts instead, sometimes it lasts in love”

It’s prickly fingers juxtaposing soft skin

Provide the best metaphor

Bright vibrant colour expressing what words cannot

Yet uncultivated, uncultured

It cuts the soul

Millions of thousands of dozens delivered

Gushing smiles receive them willingly while the singletons look away, dreaming of when their turn will be

That tangled mess of a thing called love

That we don’t want, yet we do

We search out, but act coy

Enthrals each one of us

5 years ago I walked away

afraid of it

yet wanting it

hearing words from Father

loud enough for even my deaf fearful ears to hear

“if you don’t trust him, you’ll never trust anyone”

but when cardiac muscle, strewn like confetti, damp with your tears, lines the cotton of your pillow

how can you believe?

Because you don’t roam a forest, with a basket of muffins, red cape hooded over blond locks of curls

And you don’t live in the frame of a Toshiba set, with all resolved at the end of a 30 minute slot

But you listen to ‘21’

and you watch the Royals

looking longingly at the roses

And you wouldn’t do it at all

if your heart didn’t still hope

for fairytales. 

It's not naive to think they still come true.