The Handmaiden and the Princess, a Work of Poetic Prose
The Handmaiden and the Princess
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There was once a beautiful princess, living in a land of spice and honey. In all the centuries that had come before and each that would come after, none would shine brighter. Her eyes were deep azure, her hair ebony lace, her complexion silk upon ivory. Most beautiful of all were her graceful curves and supple long limbs. She was a moving temple to love that is romantic. People travelled from near and far to see her perform the sacred dance. They offered rings set with the finest gems to adorn her long fingers and bangles of silver and gold to lay upon her elegant wrists, so when she wove her hands in the air, the very cosmos came alive and sparked about her grip. Such was her grace even the Gods were transported, and they heaped upon the land added richness.
The princess was not overly vain or greedy. She had but two arms and ten fingers; what did she need with so much? With the other maidens of the kingdom she shared her treasure. No land would ever boast so many finely-decorated beauties. Most loved the princess for her generosity, all but one handmaiden: a beauty in her own right but lacking inner grace. Her splendid bone-structure stood strong, but no spirit shone in her eyes. Really, she was a handmaiden of her own making. Even though each of her ten fingers was weighted down with a gem, and she wore bangles to her elbows, she did not think it fair that one princess should have so much. She would set things right.
The moon was full when she stole into the royal sleeping chamber. Her knife glinted silver. With two slicing blows, she severed the arms of the princess and left her to bleed red into a sliver of white moonlight. The Gods intervened in the only way they could. They turned the princess to stone just as her last breath departed its earthly shrine. She would be forever beautiful but never dance again. The Gods then left this land that would slay its own grace. With their departure, the spices stopped growing and the honey would not flow. The kingdom fell to poverty and squalor.
The people still came to look upon the stone princess, but her hands and arms were gone. They brought no more offerings. One by one each and every bangle and ring would be sold to pay for grain to fill empty bellies and coal to warm cold hearths. In time, even the arms and fingers of the handmaiden were bare. Still, she felt no regret as her teeth wore down upon her daily meal of gritty bread. She knew. She had wrought justice. It was not right that one should have so much.
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The digital art is a composite of public domain and creative commons work
- Venus De Milo was originally posted to Flickr by bananaz75 at https://flickr.com/photos/8207291@N02/531363289. It was reviewed on 31 October 2016 by FlickreviewR and was confirmed to be licensed under the terms of the cc-by-2.0.
- The overlaid snake is the drawing of Dugald Stewart Walker (1883-1937) and is in the public domain.
- Resulting digital art and the Handmaiden and the Princess are copyright Pryde Foltz. The Handmaiden and the Princess was originally published in Monsters.
Ah, excellent. A very beautiful fairy tale at the beginning, with a dark ending. It reads just like a classic fable. I like it a lot. Nice work!
Thanks, negativer:) Glad you enjoyed:)
I suppose I can write something, right?
The Stone Princess
She was done wrong
and Her Heart turned to Stone
And she felt newly Strong
But very alone
But the Spirit within Her
Was imbedded within the Heart
of a Unicorn, and was Reborn!
The unicorn is always free for she is never seen
Perhaps there are certain eyes that can actually see Unicorns, but those eyes are as Free as Is the unicorn is.
Have you seen the Last Unicorn? Great movie.
No, but it does sound pretty cool. So many things come to mind when you look an Invisible Unicorn in the Eye. (Mine has only one eye). Last thing She said to me was "A mind that can imagine and know it is imagining can create anything!" It's kind of cool to have an Invisible Unicorn as a friend.
What happen to her other eye?
I think her two eyes merged together somehow. Unicorns are mysterious, kind of like Human Females. Really interesting though. Imaginitive too! They can be very playful and creative!
The Stone Princess
She was done wrong
and Her Heart turned to Stone
And she felt newly Strong
But very alone
But the Spirit within Her
Was imbedded within the Heart
of a Unicorn, and was Reborn!
Very nice, Maynard:)
Wow Pryde
This is so good. A beautiful illustration of 'cutting of your nose to spite your face'. So many highlights to choose from but this image was striking:
cheers
Anj :)
Thank you, anjkara. That is my favorite in the piece too ... for the contrast:)
Wow, what a story.. what a fairy tale. Beautiful and thought provoking.
This often is the case in real life as well.
Thanks @anjkara, for pointing me to this.
Thank you, svkrulze:)
Wonderful mix of myth and mystery cult, and no small peck of Jung. Ever beware of the lunar complicity in the hardening forces that live within.
Wonderful comment. Thank you, sukhasanasister:)
A cautionary tale for our modern reality…
Alas envy is always in fashion. Thank you, Denise:)
[sigh] All too true
Yes around here (on Steemit) it is usually stated as crabs crawling out of a bucket, I believe.
Envy is a dangerous trait, for sure:)
It always surprises me when women use violent imagery - Atwood does it all the time - I wasn't expecting that 'remedy'
I used to be an actor and took on characters that were not at all like me. The characters needed to be served with certain energies and so I took on those energies. So it is true with certain stories. The handmaiden had so much venom, it had to go beyond words or even poison. It was the princess' ability to dance magic with her arms and so they had to be the target.
I have seen my son take on those energies that are foreign to him and it's quite unnerving to watch. Your ability to do that certainly served you well as you wove this tale.
Such vivid imagery! I felt like I was an observer on the scene. Not all writers are able to engage the reader in that way so, bravo!
Thank you, Samantha:)
Nice article. Thanks for sharing
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