A Crown of Wheat

by Tiffany Tzeng
Art by Rhee Kang
Issue: Serein (Summer 2016)

When dust motes dance in morning’s mourning light
And Rumpelstiltskin spins straw hair to gold,
Your sleep-slow breaths are soft with last night’s flight
And I’m still basking in your gentle hold.

Your drowsy smile untouched by dawn’s harsh grasp
Are rapt with dreams of love unmatched and fine.
Our hands of grain and silk did fleeting clasp
For just mere moments more could you be mine.

You were of farmhands, crops, and acres green
And I of gilded chains and slippered feet.
Although we can never be seen,
I would never miss a single heartbeat.

So if a daring prince should come for me,
My dear, our love will never cease to be.

A prince and a princess appear enamored with each other.