Doorstep of Royalty (free verse)

Flames high yet low

And her voice echoes

The story teller amidst a circle

Listeners keen to hear my tale

Studded with lights and dusty nights

Where the stars hang on the edges of the heavens

Desperate not to fall off

With glinting carriages, gleaming white

And imposters in search of the throne and crown

Wands and magic with sparks gold, green

Illuminating the blues of the children’s eyes

As wizards portray their art for a shilling

Orchards alive with apples and daisies

Butterflies delighted in the glorious sun

I think, I hope, I speak, I dream

For, I left a slipper

Of crystal and glass

At the doorstep of royalty

I’m waiting for its return