Prince Charming

by Drora Matlofsky

Here he comes again
On his white horse
When I am least expecting him.

Soft smile
Questioning eyes
Words of harmony.

I want to cry out
But I know the law of dreams
And fairy-tales:
If you hold out your hand,
If you touch him,
The prince becomes a frog.
The dream is gone,
Leaving only golden stardust
In your eyes.

Drora Matlofsky has been living in Jerusalem since 1984. Her poetry in English has appeared in various poetry and Jewish magazines and her poetry in French can be found on the Poésie Française site.

Last updated November 01, 2015