The Friday13th Turn Around – Fairy Tale

Now, Jack and Jill
Went with Hansel and Gretel
For a walk in the misty Black Forest …
The moon was shining very bright
And the sheep were in their byre.

In faery land the happy band
Of hopeful heroes and evil villans,
Looked on their calendars and shouted:
“Today is the turn around day! Hooray!”
But no one knew where the children were
Which was an unhappy turn for a certain witch…

The wicked witch (as some folks said)
Had after pondering, a sage idea:
“I’ll see the queen with the magic mirror
To tell me where they’ve went!”
So she traipsed off to the queen’s high loft
To pose the mighty question …
For it was only right, that the children might,
Play dark evil for at least one night!

Now if truth be told, as we all know,
The witch ends up in her own baking fire …
She’d contemplated that merry trick
To play on Hansel and Gretel.
The children knew what her plans would be,
They knew quite well when that day began,
So off they’d gone on their merry lark
With Jill and her brother Jack.

The moon was full and bright that night
And the mirror showed watery ripples
But he’d been affected by the magic of the day …
“The ones you seek are not far from here
They’re out walking near the Zuiderzee!”
The witch cackled in great glee
She would soon have them in her fire …
But on this day, the mirror could be a fanciful great liar!

The clock tick-tocked and midnight grew near
As the children walked in the misty Black Forest
The witching hour of midnight would clear
The turn around mystic power …
The wicked witch (as some folks said)
Flew quickly to the Zuider Zee
She could not find them and began to think
That she’d somehow been tricked again!

The clocks struck twelve and the world turned right
The children were saved from the fire that night!
(Though Jack didn’t fall and break his crown,
As he didn’t go get pails of water!
Jill fell down tripping on a root and broke her crown instead)
So until the next 13th Friday of the year
The world will be as it’s alway been …
But I wonder now about  some other tales …
Imagine if Cinderella were the evil step sister
and Snow White an ugly hag.


Written for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Fairy Tale Prompt

The Dragon – Pleiadic Fairy Tale – June 1, 2014

A dragon goes where a dragon’s wanted.
Though his dreams are full of treasure haunted.

A dragon goes when his heart is needed.
Though his wisdom is so rarely heeded.

Where a dragon’s goal is admiration.
It’s often led to his ruination.

Wanted by many but found by so few,
His mystic wisdom broadens men’s view.

Though his dreams are filled with jewels and gold,
He loves the wise philosophers of old.

Full of treasure his agile winsome mind,
For those who would seek not his counsel blind.

Haunted by knights bent on vile destruction
He’s learnt the game of subtile seduction.


I learnt about the Pleiadic today through a post I read by Jen from Blog it or Lost it!

Pleiadic

“Vole Central says that  a pleiadic is a seven-stanza form in which each stanza is a rhyming couplet in iambic pentameter; the entire first stanza is repeated within the poem. The tricky part is the manner in which the first stanza is repeated.

The first four syllables of line 1 appear in line 3; second four syllables of line 1 appear in line 5; last two syllables of line 1 appear in line 7.  The first four syllables of line 2 appear in line 10; the second four syllables of line 2 appear in line 12; the last two syllables of line 2 appear in line 14.”


Written for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie – Fairy Tale#10

 

 

The Monarch Butterfly – Fairy Tale

“A dream has power to poison sleep” – Mutability, Percy Bysshe Shelley

The Monarch Butterfly

Fluttering through the jungle a large monarch butterfly heard a tukan caw somewhere nearby.  A flash of lightning streaked through the otherwise bright cloudless sky. Thunder rolled over the land, shaking the ground. The thunder never seemed to end, the echo kept rolling as though there were mountains nearby to bounce the sound around but the land was clearly flat. 

The old man’s eyes flew open…it was the same dream that had visited him for over a month.  He couldn’t imagine where the dream took place, nor why the tukan should be so important, yet it was.  He was drenched in sweat, and that too was odd.  Rationally thinking about the dream, there was really no reason for this reaction.

He got out of bed and went to the toilet.  After he finished peeing, he washed his hands and sloshed water onto his face, then returned to bed.

He looked around his room.  A storm was brewing outside his window, lightning flashed and thunder roared.  The mountains outside his cabin bounced the sound of the thunder around.  ‘Well, at least that explains the lightning and thunder.’ He thought and slowly drifted off to sleep again.

 

The tukan flew towards the butterfly, which seemed clearly afraid that it’d be the tukan’s next meal.

“My Lord betrothed, you must now take up the battle!  The black emperor will soon possess every bit of your kingdom and we will all be enslaved, the time has come! You can now possess what is your birth right, you need no longer hide …” said the tukan, who as it spoke was transforming itself into a beautiful winged maiden.  “You must awaken now!  Here’s my hand.”

The monarch butterfly began to pose itself onto the maiden’s hand but suddenly turned into a young prince with gossamer wings upon touching her.  “Ah, my lady-love!  I mistook you for a tukan that wanted to eat me!” 

She laughed then kissed him and said, “For heaven’s sake, a tukan no less!  No matter, you must try to stay awake now. Concentrate…who are you?”

“An old man dreaming of a butterfly?” he replied hesitantly and stopped suddenly remembering the enchantment he’d allowed to be imposed upon himself when he was younger in order to evade the black emperor’s death trap. “No, I am prince Sha’anon, heir to the throne of Evenrest, land of the spring sprites!”

They embraced, then took their swords from their sheaths to meet the emperor’s soldiers which were not far behind them now.

Dschuang-Dsi-Schmetterlingstraum-Zhuangzi-Butterfly-Dream from Wikimeadia Commons

Dschuang-Dsi-Schmetterlingstraum-Zhuangzi-Butterfly-Dream from Wikimeadia Commons (“Now I do not know whether I was then a man dreaming I was a butterfly, or whether I am now a butterfly, dreaming I am a man.”)


I’ve written this for: Light and Shade Challenge – April 28, 2014 based on the famous story by Zhuangzi of the old man who dreamed he was a butterfly.

 

 

 

 

Wednesday Short Story Prompt #21 – Gender Bender

Fairy Tale

Beaux and Bête

In the fair city of Aix-en-Provence lived a widow.  She’s taken over her dead husband’s import-export business and had turned it into a highly quoted enterprise which took her around the world searching out ever new products, her name was Marie Antoinette Regard.

She had three sons. Ernest, Darius and Beaux.

Before leaving on a business trip to Japan, Marie Antoinette asked her sons if there might be anything special she could bring them as a souvenir.

Ernest whose interest ran into informatics, requested one of the latest Sony ™ computers, Darius whose special interest was the art of war, requested a katana and Beaux who was a poet requested a photograph of a white rose with a Japanese maple in the background.

Marie Antoinette was very busy, so whilst she was about with different company CEOs she sent her personal assistant to pick-up the katana and the computer, but forgot to mention the photograph.  When she got back to France, she realized that she’d forgotten her youngest son’s request when  passing near a great estate with a beautiful botanical garden.  She saw a white rose next to a Japanese maple!

She had her chauffeur stop her limo and jumped out of the car with her digital camera in hand, slipped through the gate and started taking photographs.  Not 5 minutes after she’d slipped through the gates, then two doberman pinschers and 3 armed guards surrounded her and took her into the Estate Manor.

She was lead to a small room, very much like a cloister’s visiting area with a draped grating along one wall.

“Who might you be and why have you invaded my property?” said a woman’s voice.

“I’m Marie Antoinette Regard.  I know I should have asked, but all I wanted to do was take a photograph of your white rose-bush near that lovely Japanese maple tree.  I’m afraid I promised my youngest son that I would bring him just such a photo, but I forgot to do so when I was in Japan due to all my important business conferences.” she was nearly rambling in her anxiety.

“Why does he want the photograph?”

“Well, he’s a poet, I suppose he either wants to turn it into a hoiga, I think he calls them or maybe inspire himself to write a choke you.”

“That’s Haiga and Choka.  I can see you take no interest at all in what this son does.  I’ll tell you what.  Unless you want to go to prison for breaking and entering, you will send your son to live here in my Manor house for one year.  He will be my personal assistant and will live here on the grounds.”

Now, the forbidding woman behind the grate really put the fear of God into Marie Antoinette.  One thing her business couldn’t afford was a scandal!  So, she said she’d send her son along the next day to take up his new post.

When she got home, she told her son’s of her terrible adventure upon her return to France.

“Where did you say the Manor was Mummy dear?” Ernest asked.

“About 20 kilometers before entering Aix, you know that great estate with the botanical gardens.” she replied.

“Shit!  That’s Bête Davis’ place, you know the hermit heiress Elizabeth Davis.  No one knows what she looks like, but she’s the head of about the most ruthless multi-national on earth!” Darius commented with admiration in his voice.

“Well it doesn’t matter, I’ll go, I don’t want Mom arrested!” Beaux said, though he wasn’t the office worker sort.

Beaux and his mother went to the Estate next morning.  She was refused admittance but he was led into the same small room his mother had been in the day before.

“You’re Marie Antoinette’s son, what’s your name?” the woman’s voice asked.

“I’m Beaux Regard, and I must warn you, I’m a poet and not at all good at managerial or office work.”

“You’re  my special personal assistant.  Your job will be to write all the poetry or anything else you like. During our evening meals and after dinner we will speak about what you’ve written.  You have the full run of the grounds, except for the East wing, which are my personal living quarters, and you can’t leave the grounds without my permission, is that clear?”

“Uhm, yes, of course.”

“Good, see you at dinner.”

The days turned into weeks and the weeks months.  Beaux was actually very happy.  He wrote all day and in the evenings would read his work to Bête.  Sometimes she would critique him, at others she’d share her own efforts, at others still they would pass the evening in a Renga contest.  He began to fall in love with her, although he had never actually seen her as she always wore a heavy veil.

Back at home, things were not going so well.  His brothers had married twin Japanese sisters, heiresses to a powerful multi-national.  However, Marie Antoinette had taken ill and had not been able to follow the business and her sons did not have her talents.  Eventually, the Japanese Baron bought Marie Antoinette out of her business for a pittance, giving her sons a job in the company for his daughters’ sake.

On her death-bed, Marie Antoinette requested to see Beaux one last time.  So they called for him and he spoke to Bête, who gave him permission to leave with the qualification that he’d be back in not more than three days, or if he had to prolong his stay, he would call her with the special cel phone that she gave him.

“I will surely pine away without you my dearest personal assistant.  Please don’t fail me!”

“Never worry my dearest Bête, I love you dearly and would never betray you.”

When he returned home in a chauffeur driven Mercedes sports car, dressed in a pair of 500€ jeans and sweatshirt sporting Gucci shoes, his brothers began to think that maybe they could move in on Beaux’s good fortune and free themselves from their father-in-law’s tyranny.

Beaux went directly to the hospital after his driver left him at his family home.  There he reassured his mother that he was really very happy.  She could pass on in peace as she’d been feeling really guilty about abandoning him the way she had, all for her business interests.

The next day there was the reading of the will, and of course, their mother hadn’t much to leave them.  The family home was divided up between the two older brothers and Beaux was given the family library.  Beaux, decided that he would leave the next morning, but his brothers persuaded him to stay another day.

“Hell man, we haven’t seen you in months!” they’d said.

He woke up the next morning to find that he’d been locked in his room and his cel phone stolen!

The Mercedes came to fetch him, but the brothers sent the driver on his way saying that Beaux wanted 100.000€ to return to the Estate or he would stay on with his own family.

Bête, devastated, took to her rooms in a dark depression.

Meanwhile, Beaux after a couple of days, was able to find a way to escape.  He climbed down from his the bedroom window using his bed sheets as an impromptu rope. Then he hitch-hiked the 20 kilometers back to the Estate.

The guards who recognized him, immediately allowed him on the grounds, calling their mistress to tell her that he had returned.

She ran down the stairs to meet him and he saw her for the first time without her veil.  She was beautiful, with long black hair and almost purple eyes.

She finally confided in him, that the board of administrators of the multi-national that her family had left her, had held her money in trust until three days before when she’d turned 22.  Now she was at last free of them, and had decided to sell the business off, breaking up the company so it could no longer function as a monolithic business monster.  She’d always been cowled by the board, but now she had the knife by the handle and had decided to use it.

They married a short time later.  Beaux and Bette, which was of course her real name, bailed out Beaux’s brothers and set them up in business in Canada.  Ernest with his own software house and Darius with his own franchise of Kendo gyms and a line of special martial arts weapons.

She sold off most of the subsidiary companies effectively breaking up the multinational.  They then bought themselves a Castle in Spain near the coastal village and a sailboat.  She retired from the business world forever, co-authoring books and poetry with Beaux which became best sellers throughout the globe.

Oh, and they lived happily ever after.

Written for Lilith at WDBWP

Take any fairy tale and bend all the characters, NOT just the main protagonist and antagonist, to their opposite gender. You can even use nursery rhymes if you wish, and especially anything from the Grimm brothers.

Make it your own, but still recognizable as the story from which it is derived, Most of all though have fun, have faith, and follow your inspiration!!

Fairy Tale: Old Carp and the Mermaid

steps into waterMermaid’s stairs

marble stairs and leaves
leading into the canal
once boats rowed along
today the steps look so odd
perhaps a mermaid’s escape

Fairy Tale

Old Carp and the Mermaid

Many long years ago, ours was a fishing village.  The men and boys would pull their boats out in the evening and with lamps tied to a pole sail into the middle of the lake and throw their nets, over and over again until they had a full haul, or dawn appeared.  The mermaids would look after them, warning them if a storm was near.

Everyone has heard that mermaids are cruel selfish creatures, and that may be true of the sea creatures, I can’t say.  However, lake mermaids are completely different.  Our village used to celebrate the mermaids in September in honor of Jade.  Jade, was the King of the merfolks own daughter.  She was as lovely as a moon beam, had a voice as subtle as the wind and as sweet as a clear true bell.  This is the story of how Jade saved her love from Old Carp, but don’t let me get ahead of myself!

Jameson, the old Count’s son, had decided that he too would be a fisherman.  He was a sensitive lad, with dark somber eyes and blonde hair.  His father was very upset that his son wished to renounce his inheritance to become a lowly fisherman, but Jameson just quietly insisted.  He sailed each evening with a group of fishermen, the boat belonged to his best friend Giorgio.  The fishermen sang as they threw out their nets.  Jameson had the truest voice among them.

Jade with the other mermaids often rose to hear the fishermen sing and when Jameson sang, they would add their voices.  The women and children at home in the village would sleep peacefully when the men and mermaids sang at night, because they knew the fishermen were safe.

Jade after a time grew to love Jameson and he her, though they knew their love was impossible.  She’d look for him each night among the fishermen and when he sang she’d harmonize her voice to his.  Both the fishermen and mermaids would stop singing and listen in delight.

On the deepest part of the lake, the fishermen refused to sail and the merfolk refused to swim.  That was because a terrible creature lived there.  Some said it was a dragon, others a huge serpent, but what really lived there was an ancient carp who’d grown larger than either a dragon or a serpent!  He was a rancorous old fish and hated fishermen among all humans.  He also hated the merfolk for having befriended the fishermen, he felt they were traitors.  If I think about it, I suppose he had his good reasons, what do you think?

In any case, he never the really deep waters and the fishermen stayed away from his home, until one night in September.  Enchanted by Jade’s and Jameson’s singing, Giorgio and his crew drifted onto the deepest part of the lake, the mermaids drifting with them.  Old Carp, found the sound of those two voices to be terribly irritating.  Slowly he rose to find out what all the ruckus was about.  He couldn’t believe his eyes!  Mermaids and fishermen right there in his home!

One of the mermaids saw him coming and gave the alarm!  But it was far too late.  Old Carp went right up against the bottom of the fishermen’s boat capsizing it throwing everyone into the water.  Each mermaid grabbed a fisherman and Jade searched for her Jameson.

Old Carp was an angry sort, but he didn’t eat men, however he did like to drown them if he could.  The mermaids were really too quick for him, but Jade had had problems getting to Jameson who’d drunk a lot of lake before she got to him and unlike the other fishermen was dead weight in his faint.  Still, she was in shallower water and thought she was safe.

Old Carp, he’d come out of his depth and was near the shore where Jade was swimming and grabbed the end of her tail with every intension of pulling them back to the bottom of the lake with him.  She of course would not drown, but Jameson surely would!  She cried for help and battled fiercely to free her tail.

The mermaids’ cries of alarm had reached the King’s palace below the lake and his soldiers were swimming to help the maids and the men.  Hearing Jade’s call, 5 of the king’s mermen swam to her aid.  She had been able to keep Jameson’s head above water, but the damage to her tail and the pain were making her faint.  With a fierce pull, she was able to break Old Carp’s hold, just as the soldiers arrived to assist her. Old Carp swam rapidly back to his home, pretty pleased with himself.

With the last of her strength, she swam into the moat canal of the Fortress. There were some stairs that led from the water to the center of the village.  She pulled herself and Jameson up the stairs and laid beside him on the land.  With her last strength she rubbed his breast, he vomited up the water he’d swallowed and began to breathe again though he was blue. The end of Jade’s beautiful tail was nearly gone. Villagers, soldiers, merfolk and fishermen surrounded them looking on with horror and curiosity.

The doctor soon came with the Count right behind him.  The King with his healer also soon arrived.   Sadly, the doctor and the healer shook their heads; their art could not save the two young lovers. A cry of painful mourning went up among the people of the lake and the village.  The old women pulled at their hair and the mermaids keened in their pain.

Down from the mount the good lake witch flew to see what had happened.  Her heart went out to the people and the young lovers and so she began to wave her arms and sing.  The people stopped their wailing as the sound of her imperious voice rose as loud as a summer thunder-storm.  Lightening flew from the sky and waves rocked the lake as though it were the sea.  Then she went to Jade and pulled her tail.  And lo!  She had two legs like a human.  The scaly tail she placed around Jameson’s chest and head.  And lo! He began to breathe, his color again true and he opened his eyes.  The merfolk and the villagers were so happy that they decided to feast and although the King was sad that his daughter could no longer live in his palace, he was thankful she was alive.

Jade and Jameson married and the mountain witch looked on from her high home sending them good fortune.  Their children, which were half merfolk and half human could breathe underwater and visited with their grandfather often which made him very happy.

Jameson became Count when his father passed on to the next realm and was always a very good, wise and sensitive ruler.  He was particularly sensitive to the problems of the fishermen as you can imagine and from time to time he would still go out fishing and singing with his Jade by his side.