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where I come from,</p><p id="81ba">I remember very little but this: a lady always keeps her promise.”</p><div id="b111" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/write-for-the-lark-525aba334680"> <div> <div> <h2>Write for The Lark</h2> <div><h3>Submission guidelines for a short story and poetry publication</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/1*ozt7BP__wDxNylJnDZLoDg.jpeg)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div></article></body>

The Promise

What REALLY happened with the Frog Prince — a poem

Photo by Austin Santaniello on Unsplash

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.”

Poem
Poetry
Frog Prince
Humor
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