By Judith Buckingham

A kiss completes the metamorphosis.
The prince shakes off a final clump of weed
And salutes
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
They respond
And remain
A frog’s.

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!