Cinderella's Heir

I lift them from their pedestal

Tiny graceful glass-blown slippers

Oldest heirloom of the castle

Mine; the heiress of the cinders

Is magic left from their cobbler?

How they sparkle without respite!

Is that how fairy dust lingers?

Or is it scintillating light?

Music floats from the ball tonight

My chance for love, if I take it

An ember of hope; frail and slight

On these delicate glass baubles lit

So I’m wearing glass slippers to the ball

Perhaps my dreams won’t shatter after all

Written for dVerse

New Shoes

for dVerse

Day one: me in my new black shoes.
Stepping lightly, sitting mostly
without any idea of how awfully
tomorrow my feet they’ll abuse.
Then my poor feet will cry for rescue.
I’ll change my socks hopefully
and I will walk quite carefully.
Putting on those shoes I’ll rue.

I’ll trade socks for nylons,
Plaster band-aids across my feet
And change into socks once more.
Only then will my feet let bygones
fade away and retreat.
So I’ll forget I was ever footsore.

Of Shoes and Hearts

shared with dVerse

A silver shoe abandoned on the stair
A token to be followed through the night
Single shoe and lonely heart each pining for its pair
A silver shoe abandoned on the stair
Once the mate was found - there
Two broken hearts would heal and reunite
A sliver shoe abandoned on the stair
A token to be followed through the night