The Palace

Take me back

to the candied palace

of wonder and awe;

a place that held no malice.

There I met an Italian prince,

curly locks of the darkest hair

framed his icicle eyes--

hands bare,

incapable of harm.

His father placed 

a string of gems around my neck,

a token of acceptance and understanding.

I'd be back,

and I would join them.

I left their home,

falling from licorice into the sky.

I wasn't scared of falling--

just of goodbye.

I never went back.

I never could,

for my eyes, they opened.

Reviews

[A. Amos]

Simply splendid, enjoyed the read and thanks for sharing

[Inspiring Writer]

Opps! Poor Prince! Ha!
The poem seemed like an epic n some kinda fairy tale, this poem reminds me a song "Juliet" sung by "Taylor Swift." Nice theme, I hope in reality, the price's never gonna miss the chance to take you on a candle lit date where you find the peace of the life right into the arms of that cool prince. Ha!

[Rosalind Gale]

A dreamy tale, indeed. Simple and affecting. I hope you are well, dear Kayla.

[Kayla]

Slowly repairing. Thanks, Rosalind. A pleasure, as always, hearing from you.

[Rosalind Gale]

-xx-

[1 Deep]

Good fairy tale type of poem that turned out to be a dream. Good descriptive imagery was used here that painted me a picture. I don't usually like fairy tale feeling poems but this was well put together and kept my attention until the end.

[Chaos_Collector]

Dreams are serious killers once you awaken from them. I was captivated by this poem from beginning till end. It flow quite well too. A fine write if I do say so myself :)

Chaos_Collector

[Kayla]

Thank you, again! The problem is, how do you know when you're dreaming?

[Chaos_Collector]

You're welcome! Lol that's a very good question. Dreams seem so real at times, it's hard to draw the line between dreams and reality