"Sleeping Beauty" by Thomas Ralph Spence‘The Thorn’ by Theresa Zappe The Society August 24, 2019 Beauty, Culture, Poetry 5 Comments My father woke the day that he __Was in the forest born To find that all gentility __Was from his nature shorn. A base unwilled enchantment laid __That jealous fairy scorned. For in that tale of sleeping maid, __My father was the thorn. His portrait on the cover of __Your Grimm both old and worn Depicts him soaring high above __Her tower all forlorn. A dreaded briar tangled ‘round __And yet at heart he mourned To see the family sleeping sound __Within his tendrils borne, And so he swore to take no joy __From foolish suitors torn, But sought to find the noble boy __Who’d kiss her in the morn. Remember then, should woolen hose __And skin be likewise torn While you hunt for the wild rose __The table to adorn, I do not like your blood to let, __But I’m a guardian thorn, My father’s son, all to protect __My nest of robins sworn. Once a high school Spanish teacher, Theresa Zappe is now a home educator in New York. She and her husband are much occupied with math, meals, science, soccer games, sentence diagrams, dirty dishes, Latin, and laundry. NOTE: The Society considers this page, where your poetry resides, to be your residence as well, where you may invite family, friends, and others to visit. Feel free to treat this page as your home and remove anyone here who disrespects you. Simply send an email to email@example.com. Put “Remove Comment” in the subject line and list which comments you would like removed. The Society does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or comments and reserves the right to remove any comments to maintain the decorum of this website and the integrity of the Society. Please see our Comments Policy here. Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) 5 Responses Philip Keefe August 24, 2019 Thank you for this poem, it’s as beautiful as the painting that goes with it. Reply Colleen August 31, 2019 This is lovely! Reply Avery Miller August 24, 2019 Thank you for the kind comment. I’m wondering if our editor could make two corrections for me. In stanza 5, “seek” should be “sought”, and stanza 7, “didn’t” should be “do not”. These stanzas were added quickly at Mr. Mantyk’s suggestion. He took time to help improve this poem for which I am very grateful. Reply Yolanda Elder August 25, 2019 Wonderful, I like your collective thoughts greatly. Reply Avery Miller August 26, 2019 Thank you for reading my poem. Reply Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.