The Promise
What REALLY happened with the Frog Prince — a poem
An accident at the pond and her golden ball, gone
under the midnight water, ending the princess’s laughter
and joy. When the toy is returned in bargain for her troth, she spurns
the helpful frog. Back at the castle, the door opens to a surprise visitor.
The king declares the lowly beast to sleep that night on her pillow, as she lies weeping.
Waking the next morning with the sun and remembering last night’s completion,
she can’t believe her eyes — on the pillow by hers is the head of a handsome man, not the cursed
frog who hounded her. The man smiles, draws her close, then
the hours drip by pleasantly. When night returns, he gives her thanks
and puts on his clothes. “What is this?” she asks, but he shows
no remorse. “I appreciate my freedom,” he tells her. “But where I come from,
I remember very little but this: a lady always keeps her promise.”






