slipping past midnight

slipping past midnight

 

 

i spilled my dreams 

all over your blue dress,

and you became Cinderella

wondering why your prince

was so clumsy,

and full of shortcomings

and why the clock ticked toward midnight

 

and you couldn't wait for the carriage to turn back into a pumpkin

and the horses heads to lean toward eternity

because you felt being with me was an eternity

on earth,

 

and then you picked up your broom

to sweep me away,

 

not realizing you had swept me 

totally off of my feet

 

and that you had left my glass heart

in the carriage,

 

so that i could never retrieve it

in this fairy tale life

 

that has no ending.

 

 

 

erin-cilberto

7/11/16

Reviews

[Cobblestone Traveler]

Wow, very heart wrenching. So tragic to have your heart made of glass and to be stolen away...you invoke the emotions very effectively. Beautifully written.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, Cobblestone...

j.

[Marianne]

Oh, being the first to review this thought-provoking poem I feel inadequate to give it feedback; still I have read it more than once with a keen interest and bated breath to catch the meaning behind your eloquent writing of a story with a different ending. Being swept by a broom off of your feet looks like a turning point to me, the fairy tale's crack, and your glass heart remaining in the carriage speaks to me that all is not well. I love how it flows into a different mood ever so silently...and no doubt it is open to various other interpretations, which is wonderful!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, Marianne.

j.