Paul J Penton – Songwriter

Fairy Tale – Object writing April 25th

Pages turning in the half light seemed to grow heavier and heavier as she read the fairy tale to her four year old daughter. In child’s mind cartwheels of pastel imaginings were flowing; she merged and suffused herself into the landscape being painted by her mothers’ words. She seemed to be swimming in a pool of soft yellow custard, it was all sweet and sticky, her hands were plying through lanes of smooth edged dessert. Lines were unclear and undifferentiated and for a moment she paused and licked the custard from her finger tips. Crazy ants of taste spun about in her mouth and filled her with glee before she continued swimming to the other side.

Emerging from the pastel pool she was immediately dry and slipped on a flowing embroidered gown that sat about her like finest silk, smooth and slinky. A pair of glass slippers waited for her. As soon as she had them on she was transported into the air – was flying at will going where her imagination called. She flew over a Hansell and Grettle sweet house and let out a hand to capture the corner of a coral roof, it tasted like icing from a wedding cake. She passed over a tufted wood and caught sight of a young girl donning a red cape – she thought she caught a shadowy glimpse of some forest creature in her wake- perhaps it was a wolf, but soon her dreamy soft focus thoughts returned back to reality just as her mother was saying “and they all lived ‘happily ever after’ “. Her tiny head merged with the pillow and the world of dreams began all over again.