The Princess and Her Prince
by Anna Jensen
The princess knew not where she wandered
nor quite how she had got there
Isolated in a darkened dell
devoid of friends or fairies.
Muddied, soiled, abused.
Pristine gown, stained and spattered
slashed and briar-torn
Feet no longer safely slippered;
locks no longer fair
but knotted, wild, confused.
Extensions of her matted mind.
Daring out on love’s pure errand
in glistening white
Brandishing his blood-washed blade
he decimates the choking thicket
the cloying, corrupting lies.
The strangulating vines of visceral despair.
And like knights upon their noble quest
to salvage hidden treasures
her prince retrieves his broken bride.
About Anna Jensen
I am a British ex-pat who has lived in South Africa for nearly as long as in England. I have exchanged squirrels in the garden for monkeys; the caw of crows with the terrified-seeming cry of the hadeda ibis. I swelter under a hot summer sun, rather than shiver in the freezing rain.
And it is here, under a wide-open sky, that I have begun to write in response to a call from Jesus to ‘write what I see in a book.’ My first book, The Outskirts of His Glory was published in May of this year.
I trust the eyes of your heart will be opened as you read the words I’m privileged to put on pages.
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