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She spilled
A trail of tears
Along the footprints of
Her years.
At first she was the
Princess.
The apple of her parents’
Eyes.
Half-grown, she had become
The Black Beauty
Sitting on the class’s
Throne.
When she first met him,
He was her wizard.
Jacob
Of the dazzling blue eyes.
They all followed him
Like cattle.
She swooned
Into his charm.
Into what she believed to be
His tender and true
Heart.
But her prince charming
Turned into
The Czar
Who wielded
A sharp tongue like a
Purple sword.
Who called her
Drab.
Unlovable.
A lazy housewife.
With her
No longer his
Purple queen,
He left in search of
Better.
Found his golden acre.
And she,
In tears of ice
Wept storms,
As blue fire
Drew Aurora Borealis
Across her broken heart.
For dVerse poetics
Na'ama Yehuda 
Nice descriptive poem. I like the last stanza about drawing Aurora Borealis across her broken heart.
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Thank you, Frank! This was a fun one. A bit like those word puzzles you have to figure out where every word would fit. 🙂
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Wow, you used most of the terms, working them stoutly into your fairy tale analogy. This tale of a black teenager is well penned, and your word play is excellent.
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Thank you, Glenn! What a lovely comment to get! 🙂 It was a fun little exercise to get the terms to fit in where they would … and the story wrote itself in between. I’m glad you liked it! 🙂
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Nice one, Na’ama! I took one look at the prompt and thought, nope.
You turned this into a fairy tale – the old fashioned kind that was not all perfection at the end.
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Thank you,Dale! I looked at it and went… “Huh?” Then “hmmmm”… Then, “ahh!” 😁
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Don’t you just love when that happens?
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Totally! 🙂 AND … I knew you’d understand! 🙂
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I’m rather surprised that I do! 😉
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Nah! 🙂 LOL! xoxo
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😉
xoxo
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Na’ama, you did a wonderful narrative with the words that has such clarity and such sorrow.
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Thank you! It was as if this one had a life all its own and just wanted to be born. 😁
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🙂 ❤
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🙂
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That is so sad. And I love your use of colours. 🙂
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Thank you, Crispina! It almost put itself together… I just let it… 😊
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Those one are always the best 🙂
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Indeed! 🙂 Them are! 🙂
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🙂
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Totally rocked the prompt, Na’ama! You used so many of the words, and drew such a powerful narrative out of them. Just goes to show that a great poet can weave a poem out of just about anything.
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Wow, thank you for this amazing comment and feedback and support, Sarah! 🙂 I think it was such a creative prompt it drew up creative juices in many of us! 🙂
So glad you liked it! 🙂
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Nice blog
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thank you.
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Naama, this is truly clever, you usec almost all of the words, and wove a talse so emotive, her adult love phase brought tears to my eyes.
Stay safe
Much💙love
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Thank you! 🙂 It was such a creative kind of prompt! I enjoyed tackling it, and the story all but wrote itself. 🙂
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A fairytale flowing effortlessly, I especially like the last stanza.
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Thank you, Vandana! 🙂 Indeed it wanted to flow, and I just lent it my typing fingers. 🙂
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What a wretched man… but princes cannot be trusted.
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Most princes (especially those who think they are “prince charming”) indeed cannot be trusted. Too much entitlement, privilege, and spoiling, me thinks … 😉
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