The Nine Pea Hens and the Golden Apples
Part 1
He fell asleep in his back yard under a barren apple tree.
At midnight, the garden was alight
as if at dawn.
And then he saw the tree had borne fruit of pure gold.
Next, he saw a flock of peacocks in the tree,
devouring the apples.
And then he saw a pea hen land in front of him.
She unzipped her plumes and took them off,
as if they had been a tight dress.
Underneath them was a woman of rare beauty.
In the morning she was gone, and so were the apples.
No one believed him.
The following night it happened all over again.
This time, he stole a lock of her hair, to prove his story.
She looked at him with sadness in her eyes,
then turned into a bird again and flew away,
never to return.
And so he searched for her day and night,
And so he asked around, and people told him
that once upon a time there’d been an exiled queen
turned into a peacock by an evil wizard,
bewitched to roam the world with her sisters,
until the power of true love shall set her free.
GloPoWriMo Day 12
Based on this fairy tale
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