when pumpkins are just what they are

when pumpkins are just what they are

 

 

 

you growl at your reflection in the soup spoon

the tyrant's ball,

you are center of attention,

the negativity in your breaths,

 

you try to sleep off midnight's conundrum

but can't trip the light fantastic

in your old shoes

 

and then a kind of Cinderella dawn

aches within,

and you remember when the glass slipper fit

on the first try.

 

 

erin-cilberto

12/22/15

Reviews

[Ally Monique]

Interesting metaphor! Sounds to me like a woman who has outgrown the days when she was beautiful and the center of attention. Too bad she can't enjoy the glass slippers that can fit her now! I really like the title as well, it ties in with the theme! Thanks for the intricate poem :)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for the kind words, Ally....happy christmas and nice to see you again...

j.

[Cryingkate]

OUCH !

I guess that old witch was told.I wonder if this poem needs some Holy Water.
Lots of bitter green vile, spitting here..

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Connie.

j.

[andrew mitchell]

This reads like a woman passed her prime and wished she was young again resigning to the fact you are what you are lol a great write

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, andrew...

j.

[Jimmy Yetts]

Thankfully, this piece has nothing to do with me.
I never stare at my soup spoon, growl or attempt to wear a single glass slipper.
Do, occasionally, pump-kin, not incestuously but interrogatively.
Very much enjoyed the read, Jacob.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, jimmy....they brought a smile.

j.

[CD Campbell]

But it doesn't fit and old age has crept in. I can be guilty of pining for the old days. Man, bitterness just wants to sneak on in. Seems your firing on all cylinders lately. Thoughtful work. CD

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, CD....

j.

[Lydia Shutter]

Oh man....this sums up how I feel about the holiday season. Some pumpkins are never going to turn into coaches and the glass slipper ain't gonna fit these old feet ever again. Regret, reflection, melancholy....wonderful. Lydi**

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, Lydi..
j.

[M. Shepherd]

Cinderella hopped fairytales and became beauty's beast - but how warped is the mirror of a spoon.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

love your reply, it's better than the poem itself...

j.

[M. Shepherd]

Hahaha it doesn't hold a candle to the gravity of your piece but thank you :)

[alifeacoustic]

I got caught in the last line Jacob, for the silliest of reasons. Seems quite prophetic seeing as how I was clipping my toenails last night and thought to myself "whose feet are these"?
I noticed how my feet were wider, uglier and I seem to possess toenails made from similar material to battleships. The fairest of them all they are not. And the days of going to a ball are sadly over for me.
I will just have to make do with glaring into my soup.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

mmm yes, we get to that point, don't we? thank you for sharing how you relate to this piece, alife.

j.

[David Scott]

Ah, yes Jacob. After all, a fairytale is only enticing because it is a fantasy. It represents, but will never replace. Sooner or later you gotta eat your beans and rice or starve dreaming for cake.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

and so many do starve, dreaming of something...
thank you, David.

j.