– the mule –

I am a stubborn old mule,

forever trapped in a hellish fable,

yet too proud to close the book.


Gazing into my magic mirror,

I see the evil queen

and the big bad wolf

even a vain sorcerer craving to rule the land…

at least real villains have motivation. 

In a tale such as this,

my mirror,

for all of its power in fortune-telling,

is quite filthy

and a chore to clean.

Even worse, 

the glass is cracked…

possibly beyond repair.


How can this mule believe in

any kind of “ever after”

when “happily” is an adverb so closely attached to

the image of make-believe?



D.J, Whisenant


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