Sunday, October 18, 2009

fairy tale

Tendrils of damp hair cling to his face as he looks up from the straw mat floor of his cell into the pale torchlight streaming through the lone barred window in the door. Sweat bathes his feverish skin, permeating the confining space with a sour musk. Visions dance before his eyes, transporting him to another place, where rat chewed rags become regal apparel.

He doesn't even know who he is.

Aye, but the king has pardoned all, for the night's royal ball. He'll be back soon enough.

Course hands grip his arms, dragging him against his protest, knees banging stone stairs in their wake. Eyes clench at the daylight, shrieking his body flies to land in a puddle, spraying refuse across his profile, matting his beard with the taste of earth. Scampering he flees into hustle and bustle of the town, caught in the fantasy of the evenings amusements.
_______

Perfumed and painted, the parade of upturned noses promenades past the disheveled fool begging by the entrance way, avoiding his wild eyes and intelligible pleas. Once through, the twinkling chandeliers and swirling vestments massage the accosting visage into witticisms at one who would present themselves so careless at the king's court.

Trumpets blare, signalling the entrance of the royal family and all eyes turn into their brilliance, as they descend from on high to join in the festivities. Minstrels fill the air with melody, the floors with dancing and smiles with joy, inviting all into their bewitching. The ball has begun.

His entrance goes unnoticed, a mere shadow under their sun.
_______

Her eyes, shimmering pools his heart drowns in, her hair like the sun as he orbits her beauty with his eyes, from the safety of the corner. Air leaves the room as the princess rises, sending hearts of young men galloping like colts, at the opportunity for a dance. Their sea of color parts, hope dashed to the rocks with each passing. Pale as the diamonds that grace them, her fingers beckon his crumpled form from the shadows, into the center of the parquet floor.

Disgust ripples through the throng, that she would stoop so lower in her choosing, even as his crusted hand takes her in the lead. Spinning and spinning, before their very eyes, a prince is reborn, washed in embrace of love's first kiss.

Is this a dream, he muttered.

No this is happily ever after, she whispered.
_______

Dad, did that really happen?

Well, something like that.

Mom was really a princess.

Doesn't she look like one?

Can you tell it again?

Sure...

43 comments:

Goofball said...

Enjoy your princess for ever and ever!

Not The Rockefellers said...

Awww...she chose wisely :)

Green-Eyed Momster said...

May you live happily ever after!

rxBambi said...

why were you in jail??

Leah said...

*sigh*

Maggie May said...

From rags to riches....eh! Maybe one kiss transformed you into a king!
She must be pleased that she chose you!

Nuts in May

willow said...

Gosh, sounds like you were pretty stinky! How'd you get her to kiss you?

blueviolet said...

Oh, you found your princess! This is beautiful!

And, I can picture your little one's wondrous eyes listening.

The Things We Carried said...

Brian, I have said it before, but I sure do love the way you talk to your boys about their mama!

TechnoBabe said...

Yep, that is a story to tell again and again.

Wings said...

While I don't think you were as down-trodden as you make your figure out to be, I like the piece for its wonderful imagery. Wonderful tribute to love. :)

Alan Burnett said...

All good tales deserve to be told again.... and again .... and again.

otin said...

Sounds like she really did save you! Lucky for you, and her and your family, and everyone who knows you!
She sounds special with a capital S!

otin said...

Don't mind Bambi, she drinks on Sunday! hahahahaha!

Brian Miller said...

lol. for one of our first anniversaries T actually put together a fairy tale about our story...it was pretty cool. i never quite made it to jail...close enough.

Cabo said...

Well THAT was laying it on thick... Are you in the doghouse or are you angling for, nevermind.

What happened to the part where you slew the dragon with nail clippers? ;)

lakeviewer said...

She saved you, made you the king you are today. She transformed you from your rat-like existence to become the princess in the fairy tale. Fun story for your boys to memorize.

"..an enchanted princess will save you, if you only believe!..."

Beth said...

Awww... Your wife is as lucky as you are. I love when the right people find each other.

Ocean Girl said...

Children hang on to the love between their parents. It gives them lasting strength.

Brian Miller said...

thats why its entitled fairy tale, cabo. the dragon is in the other version, and its a bit more than toe nail clippers and still hangs in my basement. ha. ha.

lakeviewer, yes indeed. you captured the essesnce well...which is what i hope my boys catch...

An Open Heart said...

You are a beautiful man.....(tears). You and T are giving your boys such a wonderful LOVE to grow from.....bless you all.


S

Joanna Jenkins said...

Big sigh! That's a great story!

Kulio said...

Fairytales.
So glad somebody still believes in them.
So glad they still get told.

Hit 40 said...

Very lovely!! I don't recall ever making up my own bedtime stories. Very nice. Beautiful memories that you are making.

staceyjwarner said...

I use to tell Goom stories every night before going to bed...they were never as good as this enchanted story.

much love

Nancy said...

Tell it again, tell it again!!

Candie Bracci said...

The princess saved you as you were pretty in bad shape,isn't it?Broken soul.I know that too.I'm nothing of a princess but my man was one of those broken soul still have some moments and it never goes away really but love is the only thing that can save us really!And look what you got?Where you are now?I wish you more and more happiness to come!Beautiful post as usual!:)

Protege said...

You are even more of a hopeless romantic than I am.;) I never knew that it was possible to be even more romantic than that.;) But you are the living proof.
Lovely post as always.
:)

Jasmine said...

How sweet and romantic :)

Kids love that too!

Daniel said...

Tell it. (Oh, and continue to live it man. Don't let it go for a minute.) Blessings.

Gaston Studio said...

Oh the joys of having a princess for a mom! Your father set an excellent example for you, young man, as I'm sure you know.

Fantastic accounting Brien!

Jill said...

Oh I am BACK in time for THIS fairy tale and I love it so much! CHARMING!

I KNOW your boys will someday LOVE their mates with the passion in which you teach them in your love for their mother!

Alix said...

Yes, Brian... please tell it again!

I am just back from my trip to NY and am in the process of catching up with my favorite blogs. What a treat to run into this lovely passionate post this morning. Very Otin-esque the way you twisted the ending. I almost didn't recognize you in that prison cell, but you do clean up well - don't you?

Stacy (the Random Cool Chick) said...

*sigh* I love this! Your wife is a very lucky woman - and you are a very lucky man.

:)

Valerie said...

This certainly isn't a one-sided fairy tale. May it stay that way for evermore.

kys said...

Why don't you give my husband a call and give him some pointers.

Betsy said...

I think you are both lucky! ;)

Meeko Fabulous said...

~sigh~

That was beautiful! :)

g-man said...

Great job Brian....I envy you.

Baino said...

I think you underrate yourself sometimes sweet prince!

Rob said...

Brian, congrats on the one year mark. That's HUGE! Many bloggers start but don't stick with it. Congrats on all of your success.

The Retired One said...

Ah...tis the company one keeps that keeps the royalty alive...

Nessa said...

Sweet.