Not all fairy tales have a happy ending …
I wrote this reflective poem in October 2018
A Fairy-tale Misread
I’m slowly climbing out of bed
Feeling like an empty wood-shed
There’s a fire within, unfed
Yesterday’s ashes smoulder inside my head
Remembering the day we were wed
The perfect couple they said
A fairy-tale, crystal, silver and golden thread
Our life was a rainbow, yellow, blue and red
Now I only dream of you instead
There you lay, among your ancestors beds
And I’m sorry, our fairy-tale was misread
Ivor Steven (c) October 2018
G’day, and welcome to my blog site. My name is Ivor Steven, I live in Geelong, Australia. I’m an ex-industrial chemist, and a retired plumber, and a former Carer of my wife(Carole), for 30 years, who suffered from severe MS. I Write poetry about those personal thoughts, throughout and beyond my life as a Carer. I’ve been blogging for over 4 years, and writing…
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