I love fairy tales, magic, enchanted forests and a tale well told.
Sometimes when I’m working out in the gym, I like to imagine what role people would play in my favorite fantasy novel. Some are busy innkeepers; others brave warriors, melodious bards, hard working milkmaids, ruthless kings and scheming sorceresses.
Maybe its because I love imagination and the telling of tales. Maybe its because I love the TV show “Once Upon A Time”.
It reminds me of my sister’s kids at play, when a bed would become a ship, tossed about the stormy waves on the high seas. Or a chair would become a sports car hugging a steep curve as it roars down an alpine road.
In the spirit of childhood imagination & play, in the spirit of seeing enchantment in the everyday, if I were to imagine a fairy tale, this is what I might see:
………………………..imagining an urban fairy tale………………………………………….
the magic took root across the land
as the lone sentry stood watch upon the castle tower
watching the storm clouds pass by as the night drew near
unaware of the archer, the arrow smith, who stalked him, watching, waiting,
unaware of the gathering of elves, hanging up their hats, preparing themselves for the fight
unaware of the tree spirits wakening, peering out of the trunks, waiting for the sign
dryad, tree spirit
unaware of the ghostly presences solidifying, taking shape, readying for action
unaware of those held captive, restless and rustling in the deep dark dungeon,
soon to be freed
unaware of the magical forces gathering
the sentry gazed up and up and up
into the peace of the starry, starry night’s sky
starry, starry night
standing on the castle wall
unaware of the magical forces banding together to attack the castle
in the early morning light
to take back the kingdom from the oppressive rule of the evil king
at the breaking of dawn.
had he known of the plan
the sentry might have joined them too….