Poetry class #5

Reflections

The
Prince, he
Hadn’t seen her.
What he had seen
As she arrived, was
That envy-drunk eyes 
Flicked from him to her,
To the enchanting new guest
Gowned in stardust, magic and lace.
He advanced, bowed at a gentle incline
And spun her away into mirrors and light
Till, to them, she was just that girl in his arms.

Lost in mirrors,
Lost in candlelight,
In a dizzying kaleidoscope
Of mellifluous ball gowns and jewels,
In reflections of reflections of reflections
She was lost.
Spinning and spinning
And twirling around
She was lost.
In taffeta, silk, satin, and tulle,
In amethyst, topaz and aquamarine,
In opal and sapphire, diamonds and pearls
She was lost, lost
In thousands of candles
In hundreds of chandeliers
In mirrors and mirrors and mirrors,
In reflections and reflections of reflections.


Reflecting,
She saw
That
In the
Mirrors,
In the
Candlelight,
He saw not
Her face.
But her shoe,
She was sure,
He had seen:
His reflection
Encased
In one more
Piece of glass.
“Oh, the shoes!”




She looked
Till she saw her ~ her
Step-mother’s daughter ~
In a ball gown as green as the
Skin of a snake.   As if she lost it,
She placed one glass slipper at the top
Of the stairway, to be found by the prince.
She gave her step-sister the other glass slipper.
“I am sure you will find, Chérie, that this shoe fits.

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