Wilted roses under glass Set upon the tabletop Hearing shadows as they pass Unsure how to make them stop. Candlesticks try to advise, Clocks remind me of the hour, As I long for my demise To escape the witch's power. Prowling between empty rooms In this prison I have made, This castle shall be our tombs And my legacy shall fade. How was I supposed to know That the beggar at my door Was a witch who would bestow A curse which love would restore? I have no hopes of finding love Nor for us to be released. Even though it would behoove, Who could ever love a beast?
This poem was inspired by watching “Beauty and the Beast” twice in a row. Your Writing Prompt is to take a Disney movie and create a poem from one of the other character’s points of view.
This is my interpretation. What’s yours?
