Poetry Friday: “As You Wish.”

Okay, so this isn’t exactly a Poetry Friday post. 

It’s a, “Guess what my daughters and I did last Friday?” post. 

And it’s a, “Let’s talk about the magic and poetry of a perfect movie” post.

I know you’ve heard of The Princess Bride. 

And you’ve heard of Cary Elwes, who dashingly played the dashing and devoted Westley in that Rob Reiner* masterpiece. 

Perhaps you’ve even heard that ten years ago, Elwes wrote a book (As You Wish) and that he sometimes tours to promote it. The show is called “An Inconceivable Evening” and it opens with a showing of the movie. The audience is then treated to an hour-+-ish of storytelling from Elwes (in conversation with a moderator.) 

So, once upon a time (last Friday) three beautiful maidens (my daughters) and a queen (me) agreed that four women who’ve had crushes** on Cary/Westley for as long as any of them can remember should indubitably journey to the land of giants, pirates, princesses, and Mandy Patinkin. (Oh, if only he’d been there in person too, my joy would have been complete!) 

It was an evening of charming stories, laughter, delight, and — ohmygosh, I didn’t know I would tear up and cry so much! — affection and emotion. I’ve loved A Princess Bride for decades. I’ve loved sharing it with my daughters. I’ve loved saying, "Hello. My name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die.” I’ve loved incessantly talking, thinking about, and rewatching a film that, at its heart, embodies true love in all its forms. 

So, when I first asked my girls if they wanted to accompany me to a belated birthday celebration involving all of the above, imagine my joy when their response was: 

“As you wish.”

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The Poetry Friday round-up this week is being hosted by Carol Labuzzetta 

at The Apples in My Orchard. 

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*May that dear man, that compassionate soul, rest in peace. 

**Speaking of crushes, my main crush, the one I have on the man I married, endures. 

The other day, I was being (at least I thought) difficult. I later texted Atticus to say, 

“I’m sorry I’m so hard to live with.”

 

“You’re not hard to live with,” he returned, “and you’d be impossible to live without.” 

What a storybook story response. (Cary/Westley who?!) 

We’ve not been without our fireswamps over the years, 

but we’ve had fun storming the castle.