On the eve of this lovely twinkling night
I see your figure in the pale moonlight.
Your beauty is unparalleled, embellished
By ebony locks your mother always cherished
And cornflower eyes that meet mine
With a special sort of sparkling shine.
I reach to you, and as my fingers outstretch
You turn away, looking as though for something to fetch.
The closer I draw gets me nowhere near you,
So, I wonder, perhaps that this is not true.
With a gale so sudden, I find myself thrust
Into the gauche scenery of the tailors’ I distrust.
I stand with a prideful pose that is not mine
An old woman, Patricia, crooked fingers like a vine,
Pokes and prods me with her sewing needles without a care.
Gritting my teeth, I try to bear
Yet her brazen apologies that lack sincerity I cannot stand to hear.
Exhaling deeply to retain my composure, I examine the vision of my reflections
My caramel candied hair is done up in precise sections.
The dazzling gown with hues of blue are an ode to your eyes that I boast
Is to be a dedication and something of a toast
When we are announced together at my father’s next ball
Arm in arm, proud, standing tall.
Fiona, my darling, you’ve stolen my heart
You’ve taken it and held it so gently from the start
It’s for this why I’m willing to endure
Atrocities like this hag’s unwitting mistakes she must know she’s making for sure.
When she looks up at me with senile gray irises, I stare
She’s no longer a person, but instead a swan who flutters off somewhere.
I frown with a mite of concern at what strange magic
Could be occupying my existence; I’ve heard tales and I worry it may be tragic.
Within a blink of an eye, I find myself again transported
This time, to the grandiose hall in which we courted.
The curtains are drawn to display the vibrantly colored garden
It’s the place where I had let my guard harden
As countless suitors would aimlessly flirt with the goal of taking home a trophy wife
A terrible thought and even a more horrible life.
It’s to my relief that this future did not come to be,
Both for you and for me.
When we met by chance on a Friday’s eve, I knew it was fate
Your perfect curves and your courteous smile on that date
The sadness in your eyes and the soft determination in your voice
Led me to understand with clarity what needed to be my choice.
I can still feel it, all so clearly; with the life and love for you I teem,
I open my eyes and I come to realize that it was all a dream.
written for day 9 of the literal challenge's like the prose event.