Driving

the wind whispers of adventure

so I trek to the faithful car

turn the key and the engine roars

like a dragon

mystical steed to carry me forth

all over the earth on my journey

my hands grasp the wheel

freedom in my mobility

Written for dVerse


 

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