Forgotten Cinderella

She sits alone inside her chamber,

Picks and nibbles at toast of rye.

The beggar life not once became her,

Yet here she sits, in air too dry.

Her dreams are filled with hope and laughter,

Awakes to find that nothing's true.

She looks for sun long saught after,

Only finds deep empty blue.

But late one night upon a star,

Appears a fairy wand and all.

She says "Oh child, who you are...

Should be dancing the Midnight Ball."

 

 

Reviews

[zainul]

Refreshing piece.

[kirstey Lost,Crushed,Co..]

amazing =]

[Coyote Poetry]

Sometime the Cinderella story ain't so tempting. I like the feel and emotion of the girl in the poem. Ending was very good. Did she go? A excellent poem.
Coyote

[Kyle]

Keli honestly your about as talented as i am and this poem proves it. Your imagery is as clear a a flat screen tv on high resolution.

Damn girl you is kicking it

[Onatah]

I'm only vaguely familiar with Cinderella but I can say this poem is very well constructed and it wraps up nicely. The reader has to make their own story as to what happens next.

[J]

Great write !

[xXx]

you're so close to perfection of self .. let go a little more

[Hello, Goodbye]

This was wonderful to read.. I felt that I could continue reading for much longer than it was.. The flow is great and the structure is ideal.