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

Unpacked

the boxes all are empty

every dish, sheet, knickknack,

heirloom, book,

thing they should have lost,

set carefully in place

she settles in

sighs in content

basks in the bliss of unpacked

all of it

done

and pushes away the time

they’ll move again

Written for dVerse

Solar Summer

Through solar glasses the sky, and the trees, the houses, the people are all blackness. Only the sun still shines through, appearing like a tiny orange-red ball. The moon is only a black dip that grows larger. As it passes over, the sun becomes crescent shaped and moon-like. My glasses slip off and even though the sun is partly shielded, it burns too bright to look at.

            Behind us, the sky darkens like evening. The temperature drops. We’ve been hold crickets will start chirping. If the light has any affect on them, we don’t notice. The light certainly affects the humans though. When the sun is covered, we hear their raucous amazement. Totality has been reached.

            The solar glasses come off. The corona flares around a black circle. We take pictures that can’t compare with what we see in front of us. Red dots appear at the edges from the sun’s light traveling through the canyons of the moon. Then with a bright blaze to the right the sun returns like a diamond ring; enlarging until we can’t look anymore. The solar eclipse is over. And we were totality there.

look up to the sun

small in blackness; glasses slip

cringe at half-dimmed light



Written for dVerse.