Why do you toil there
lean and listless
fair maiden
hugging shades
of desperation?
Where is that
pumpkin and prince
from cottage to castle
promises galore
forever more?
Fairy godmother
finicky one
standing in twilight
hair undone.
She lost her wand
that concocted sweet magic
and you wash and clean
sidestepping the tragic.
Beware they come
the monstrous ones
the glass shoe shuns.
Out there somewhere
a carriage awaits.
The prince with a kingdom
you must find some way
not hiding in the mists
or lost in verdant woods.
Can’t run in glass slippers
see, that cut runs deep
no time to daydream
no time to sleep.
Look sharp, Buttercup,
the hickory clock chimes
scattered gold dust twinkles
magic pumpkin pursue
embrace the shoe
that will save you.
Lana, this is really wonderful. You added intriguing details which give foreboding feelings and fear of not realizing the happy ending for Cinderella.
Obstacles threaten the story plot:
What happened to Cinderella to make her so listless? How did the Fairy Godmother lose or misplace her magic wand? Can Cinderella make it to the ball and rise up away from the cinders? xo
Thank you so much, Robin. You interpret poetry so beautifully…it is a true talent. xoxo 🙂
Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:
VERY INVENTIVE INDEED. DID SHE MAKE IT?
I may have to revisit her situation, maybe put a spin on it 🙂
Such a strange concept, that a prince can mean our happy ending. Love the retelling.
This us fabulous.. Just simply beautiful
Thank you so much!
My pleasure 😉
I love your fairtale collection. I wonder the prince’s point of view…
Thank you….and that’s an excellent question 🙂
Fairy Godmother reminds me of my often-elusive muse, ha!
Yes for sure, mine too!
This was beautiful! I love how the words in your poem flow so easily and the delightful and surprising images you provoke! 🙂
Thank you for the wonderful compliment. I enjoy revisiting fairy tales. I could never get enough of them when I was a child 😀