By Judith Buckingham
A kiss completes the metamorphosis.
The prince shakes off a final clump of weed
His perceptive princess.
And now, what pool-gazing maids
Press their soft, red mouths to green.
Feeling with their tongues globuled lips
Hanging, limp and wet until
Amazed to quivering life
And why should fairy tales come true?
The frog may have as fond a heart
As princes of the blood,
Besides knowing more of natural things –
And fairy stories too!