The Tale of Black Rosita

The Tale of Black Rosita


The Tale of Black Rosita

There was a girl child, Black Rosita

who never once did seem to cry,

but always smiled, a flash of dare.

She once broke her foot while running free

in the dark forest that embraced the town,

and still she did not make a sound or cry.

Many believed her evil for the lack of tears.

One day a troublesome witch

spun a spell to make the girl child cry,

and so the tears began to flow

like a dam had been removed,

they flowed for two years

and some more.

A salty ocean began to rise

around the girl child, Black Rosita.

She was drowning in a spell of tears

and she knew not what to do.

But the dark angel of time was listening

and had grown tired of her tears and cries.

He exhaled a powerful breath of air

to blow a life raft into her path.

Black Rosita swam with arms so weak

toward the boat, then clinging with clawed hands

as only a drowning fool can cling,

too tired to get in, but still with breath.

Black Rosita drifted back to shore,

a mollusc attached to an empty vessel.

The crying had stopped, the spell was broken

and the villagers awaited Black Rosita.


(to be cont.)

14 thoughts on “The Tale of Black Rosita

    1. Thanks Kate – I love a good fairy story too 🙂 I saw an article recently about the black rose and I couldn’t get it out of my head – the symbolism and who the hell would want to be given black roses – hahaha – and out popped the story

  1. Am looking forward to the next episode – a suspenseful beginning to, no doubt, a good tale. I suspect those villagers are in for a bit of hell 😉

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