Sunday, May 20, 2012

Glass Slipper

Here in the kitchen
Safely among the cinders
Where I am content

I have my purpose
Sew sweep mop cook clean and serve
Busy hands, calm mind

Well-meaning fairy
Dress, glass shoes, horse-drawn carriage
To the ball I go

Shocking, the display
Finery frills fripperies
Lace wigs makeup gold

Wiles and eyelashes
Vying, flattering, falsehood
Petty, cruel, selfish

Fawning on the prince
Idle chatter, scheming words
Harpies and sirens

Malicious glances
Weigh on me like the ball gown
Flee, flee, run away

Slipper left behind
Good riddance, evil footwear
The clock strikes midnight

Back where I belong
Not an ornamental wife
I will be myself.

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