February 27, 2016 by petrujviljoen
The horse who had Sense
Beauty, not hard to understand – it was there
for all to see –
true blue-blooded immutable beauty. She was clever too.
a merchant, rich beyond dreams, became poor. Three
brothers, brave we hear, yet none we get to really
but the duo of sisters! How well
we know their score!
A tale about Women, mostly, then – and now;
a double tale of trouble,
A single one of cunning
insight, few are thus bestowed.
The cast is ready, the tale shall unfold
The horse is yet untold!
Twice it knew its way:
Once it got, woeful father, lost
in the forest –
Or so we are told, yet
an Other burdened Beast
whom Father meets when … he plucked the rose.
It was for his daughter you know.
Breakfast over, judgement cast –
Father has to die – unless
… the virgin …
Horse, sensibly (‘’of his own accord’’), leads merchant home.
What followed we know, we were told so.
Beauty has read widely, she has a horse of her own;
She listened to father, closely, as his misadventure was told;
- about the Beast
- the bounty
- what the horse did
too engrossed for tears.
I shall go!
Brothers railing, father protesting,
Enigmatic her insisting:
I shall go!
Beauty, on her own, (we twist the tale a bit)
Now at the castle,
keenly watched as her steed, undeterred, enter the stable
on his own accord.
Satisfied, a smile, she turned
and faced her fate,
allowed the Beast
to show her his place(ment).
We skip the rest to the very end:
Father frail, brothers away, sisters at bay – and angry.
We see Beauty, smugly
thumping her nose at her sisters
as they stole away.
Just horse sense my dears
The horses – and thus she – knew
there was nothing to fear.