One hundred years she has slumbered
A crystal box her narrow bed.
One hundred years she has waited
For a princely kiss to restore her.
At long last her prince arrives,
His form a frog, cruelly enchanted as well.
She must have his kiss to break the spell,
He needs as much from her.
So they remain, a mere gesture away
From fulfilling their mutual dream.
An excerpt from my book of free verse, “A Mixed Bag.” Please visit me on Amazon and use the “look inside” feature.