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.