Should I be here accepting this slipper,
as if I had no palms to hold its weight.
A look into your eyes tells me
that the force of desires
is within--
and I have no focus.
So let me hold this slipper
in illumination
I am able;
the fire turned it to glass,
just so you know
how it changed.
It is now delicate and heavy
and out of it, comes my body.
* * *
Author notes
Contest: LOVE IS LIKE A GLASS SLIPPER
A contest entry
- Contest #403 - Prompt by AliceinPoetryLand.
1200 points, ended September 22, 18 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Very nicely penned An unusual write on the prompt. Enjoyed very much. Thanks so much for your entry
Gaylene
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