Reading this wonderful essay by Terri Windling, the final paragraph (involving the staying power of fairy tales and why we need them) brought tears to my eyes–
Once upon a time, they say, there was a girl . . . there was a boy . . . there was a person who was in trouble. And this is what she did . . . and what he did . . . and how they learned to survive it. This is what they did . . . and why one failed . . . and why another triumphed in the end. And I know that it’s true, because I danced at their wedding and drank their very best wine.
And am I working on a Cinderella poem as we speak? Better believe it.