wishful thinking

A Poem by ditto

10 words contest

She said it would be easy, like writing a letter* to St. Nicholas, wishful thinking. Hardly does she know though that I grew up well below the walls of her father's castle, the outskirts of his kingdom*, where lately my father's plots are less than sparse*. I worry about what we'll wheel* on carts to the market to sell beneath our canopy*. I'm thinking this while I walk abreast* with her palomino*, looking up at her politely, trying to hide my desire to caress her cheeks and correct the strands of hair that seem to tickle* each, thankful that she sits out of reach to ease the temptation. I can imagine us at banquets using each refined utensil*, whether it be for soup, salad, or starfish*, wearing garments that would inspire any artist by their beauty. I can envision too the two of us in a cottage room, breaking fast over some cooked hog and a loaf of bread. It's funny, out of both fantasies, I think I'd wish for the latter said. I'm a simple man but want a princess to keep fed.

© 2017 ditto

Author's Note

I'm sorry, my formatting didn't transfer when I copy pasted the piece so I just put an asterisk after each of the ten words instead of bold text :

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Wicahpi

Hello. Thank you for entering the 10 Words I Give contest. I am glad you enjoyed writing for this contest. The groomsman has a fancy for the princess and you wrote it will such delicacy. Refreshing play on romantic dreaming. I like the 'latter' vision too. Simple & Sweet. Good job!