Fairy Story

FAIRY STORY

 

Out of the chocolate box pretty

Marzipan plastered cottage comes a sound

A little like a trumpet lesson going badly,

Then settling down

To a low insistant moan.

Outside, the roses and the primroses

Look pleasant and secure. A cat stalks past

Most things are as they were before.

 

The wolf has not been seen

In this neck of the woods for sixty years

The newspapers passed round

Established that the dragon was a myth

Even the brutal landlord’s growing somnolent.

The semihuman sound’s continuing.

 

A doctor’s called. He makes his measurements

Orders the site closed off behind high walls

Where local schoolkids under gentle supervision

Paint colourful murals full of smiley faces.

There has been no forgotten cottage

These walls are of the natural order

Behind them, we are happy to confirm

There is no gate, no foreign border.

 

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