Tell Me a Story, My Prince

Summary

"Tell Me a Story, My Prince" is a prose poem that invites the reader into a tale of enchantment and seduction, where the narrator is enticed by a prince's storytelling and beguiling presence.

Abstract

The poem "Tell Me a Story, My Prince" is a vivid narrative that unfolds as an interaction between a narrator and a prince. The narrator is drawn into a world of stories, where the prince's words are as sweet and intoxicating as nectar. The prince encourages the narrator to shed the burdens of the past and to embrace the sensory and emotional journey he offers. The poem explores themes of surrender, trust, and the transformative power of storytelling, culminating in an invitation to step into a world of safety and mystery. The author, Christina M. Ward, is a freelance writer known for her work in various publications, and she also encourages readers to support her work on Medium and other platforms.

Opinions

The narrator initially regards whimsy with a mix of fascination and caution, suggesting a complex relationship with imagination or seduction.
The prince is portrayed as a captivating figure, using his words and presence to allure and comfort the narrator.
The poem conveys a sensual undercurrent, with the prince's voice and gaze described as hypnotic and irresistible.
There is a theme of vulnerability, as the narrator is encouraged to let down their guard and embrace the unknown.
The author implies that true stories have depth and substance beyond superficial entertainment, resonating on a deeper emotional level.
Ward's work is presented as part of a larger body of writing, with invitations for the reader to explore more of her poetry and prose.
The author values reader support for her creative endeavors, offering a membership link for further engagement with her writing.

a prose poem

Gather me in story, my Prince. Put upon me the robes of disillusionment, the inklings of whimsy perched upon my skin. Bent in wonder I regard them, flick them off so they won’t climb in — butterflies beneath the skin being such intrusive little beasts.

Drink this down, my dear. One sip, now two…there, there. The nectar is sweet. Its syrupy tones are irresistibly sweet upon my lips. Open your mind and your heart for true stories aren’t just voices in the dark, he says, the crook of his finger in a come-hither dance. His arms are strong and wide. I nestle inside.

Take off your headdress, my dear, let down your hair and shake loose the spirits of all the shadows of all your yesterdays. I shall blow them away with my wind. I shall gather you and wrap you up in a frenzy of blindness…it’s all very natural, you see. I shall be your guide — take my hand and let me stir your insides with my nefarious cadence of voice (which you won’t resist), with my hypnotizing stares wrapped in a shit-eating smile (you’ll call cute) and oh, the days shall blur between your legs, but you’ll take no notice of them.

Come, walk with me, my Prince. Come, my dear — you’ll not know what has overtaken you— climb inside my dear, you’re safe here.

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Christina M. Ward is a freelance writer in cannabis, wellness, and clean beauty. Christina’s professional work has been featured in Today’s Health Science, LA Weekly, Village Voice, Men’s Health, and OK! Magazine, among others.

Christina also writes on personal journey, productivity, and relationship topics for Medium publications like this one. If you want to read more of her work on Medium use this join link for unlimited access. A portion of your small monthly dues will go to support the work of the writers and poets that you read.

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