I am an ugly duckling
Who wishes to be like them,
But cannot.
For all that powder
And all that cream
Can’t cover up
The self within.
So I curl up into a ball,
Waiting for the others to leave.
How long have I been asleep?
I look at myself in the mirror and see
Two long legs,
Two pretty eyes,
One bushel of long, wavy hair.
Did everything grow as I slept,
Or am I still not a swan?
Author notes
Contest for BellaD, who wanted a free-verse with a prompt. Mine was "Metamorphosis".
...And I don't like this one very much. I guess I wasn't in a passionate mood.
A contest entry
- Wanted: Free Verse rich in metaphor by BellaD.
950 points, ended August 1, 2008, 15 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Interesting poem based on the classic fairy tale concept. I love the line about "bushel of long, wavy hair" Very descriptive. Nice job and thank you for your entry.
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ducklings are not ugly, they just have big feet and walk funny, I came to read and just had to say something positive on this thoughtful poem.
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I appreciate the positive and thoughtful comment. Thank you!
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