Bound by a hedge of spiteful briars
in the spellbound heart of a night-time forest,
a rose lay hidden from men’s desires
for a hundred years, as was promised
by a jealous fairy in a fit of rage,
who imprisoned the palace in a thorny cage.
Young men who came to press their suit
were plucked and speared like ripened fruit,
stuck fast until they perished.
Prick of needle or prick of thorn,
for faeries, what’s the difference
as long as the princess is kissed by a prince?
Kim M. Russell, 2017
My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Micro Poetry: Binding with Briars
Kerry asks us to put the ‘mini back into the Weekend Mini-Challenge’ and return to the option of form poetry by writing a poem in no more than 12 lines. This weekend, our frame of reference is ‘Binding with Briars’, which is taken from the final line of the poem ‘The Garden of Love’ by William Blake.
Love the take on Sleeping Beauty… especially the lovely grisliness of.
Young men who came to press their suit
were plucked and speared like ripened fruit,
There is a bit of humor in the ghastly I think
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I’m on a fairytale trip at the moment, Bjorn and I love their dark side!
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Oh a dark fairytale, it appears there is a nest of needled hopefuls. Love it!
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Thanks Susie!
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Oh!❤️ I love the dark elements in your fairy tale especially; “Young men who came to press their suit were plucked and speared like ripened fruit, stuck fast until they perished.” Beautifully executed.❤️
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Thank you very much, Sanaa. It’morning here, I’ve had a cup of raspberry tea and I’m ready to read!
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I love the dark side to this. Not for nothing were they called Grimm. This has a great rhyme and rhythm to it, putting it in my mind of old poems and tales. Well done!
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Thanks Toni! I’m on a fairy tale trip again, mainly due to the Poetry School, and having dark fun with Andersen and Grimm.
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Your choice of form complimented the fairy tale well and gave it a voice of it’s own! Great work!
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Thank you, Izy! How are you? I got up at 6.30 to the wind blowing a hooley and I’m ready to read some poetry!
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A great telling of the fairy tale – woven so finely with briars round heart. In the final stanza, I can’t tell what the “prick of needle” is, paired with “prick of thorn” — Needle makes me think of addiction, and is it men’s lust that hangs them on that crucifix of briars? Or any addictive desire, assaulting hearts only found by surrender?
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The needle refers to the spinning wheel on which Briar Rose, otherwise known as Sleeping Beauty, pricked her finger, but I like the idea of lust addiction!
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Young men who came to press their suit
were plucked and speared like ripened fruit,
Love that!! The form worked well for story-telling – it has a feel of the classic ballads.
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ditto Kerry’s comment – a prickly, luscious tale Kim
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Such a Wickedly Dark Twist of fate. 😎😎😎🥀🥀🥀
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Thank you, Dorna. Getting ready for Halloween!
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A dark fairy tale but oh so enjoyable. call me macabre but my best imagery is of young men being speared like ripened fruit!
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Thanks Viv! I enjoyed writing this one.
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A pleasure to read
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Thanks Viv!
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You’re welcome!
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I loved reading this and all the way through I had the Black Sabbath tune ‘Faeries wear boot’s running through my brain. There perfect soundtrack to this dark tale. Brilliant.
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If my poem evoked Black Sabbath, I must be doing something right! Thanks Paul!
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Now I’m listening to it before 7.30 am!
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Neat!
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Needles and thorns.
Nicely woven.
namaste
JzB
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Thank you!
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Really well done… an age old fairy tale but you made it fresh!
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Thank you, Margaret!
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