A Fucking Fairy Tale

Photo Credit: Tina Gunn - Samish Island, WA

There was once a young girl told to play the part of a Maiden who’d be saved by a Prince.

‘Though she often felt like a lost little lamb, her gut reaction was a grimace and a wince.

She was impossible to typecast, determined to keep her wild, demanded to be Witch.

Failing to sever her nature, they humored her out cry, the show went on without a hitch.

To her dismay, the applause and approval went to the Damsel in Distress.

Is that what they want from me, expect of me, to comply and compress?

Rejected and full of fears, she took off in flight into the forest of night.

Dejected and full of tears, the doubters, she vowed, she would somehow smite.

Surrounded by trees so dense and stars so bright, she stumbled upon a curious sight.

A fence of bones, house of sticks and stones, perched on legs bent on stirring up fright.

Like fearsome thunder, in flew the Great Crone in her cauldron with great speed.

She descended upon the young girl and demanded to know why she was in need.

The girl cried out she lost her way and asked to borrow some fire.

The Crone scoffed at being asked for flame, turned away to fly higher.

With anguished persistence, the girl pleaded with the Crone to set her path ablaze.

Silly girl, Crone said with great craze, only you have the power to reignite your wild ways.

Follow your instinct dear child, unleash your animus and become unstuck.

Remember your voice is your fuel, so with primal fury, clear your throat and scream out FUCK!

The girl reclaimed her inner light and learned the old Crone’s ways.

But then she feared shining, determined to stay hidden for the rest of her days.

The woods are indeed lovely, dark and deep, said Crone, but you, my dear, have promises to keep.

You have life to live and life to give, so stoke and spread your fire before the final sleep.