A reflection on the story of Cinderella.
She knew that the sisters were mean,
The mother evil.
And Evil has a way of ensnaring others.
She was almost sorry for the sisters.
But they had made their choice.
Glass slippers?
Wooden Shoes?
What did she care.
She had the heart of the Prince
And the respect of the Kingdom
And that’s all that mattered.
The mother and sisters
Might rant and rave
Talk in whispers
And spew venom.
To no avail.
The slippers didn’t fit them
They never would.
Glass slippers are
For Princesses made
Not for evil witches.
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…and that’s so true. Not everyone is meant for ‘those’. Someone transparent…someone worthy…and someone who fits.!
Ouch…I almost feel bad for the evil sisters 😉 I have always loved this story and Cinderella is my most favourite fairy tale character, loved your poem.
Aah… Yes. Perfect comparisons and a lovely poem. 🙂
What a pretty pair of shoes!
And what pretty verse to go with it!
Love the story.
She had the heart of the Prince, what did she care? Nice. Loved the picture too.
Oh Corinne, I absolutely love this. It so touched my romantic heart!!! And I LOVE those glass slippers although I can imagine they aren’t the most comfortable shoes in the world. Brilliant and fun!
Kathy
http://gigglingtruckerswife.blogspot.com
This is almost like retelling a story with a bit of rhyme and logic. Of course it had to not fit them because glass slippers also show your true skin and their true character could be revealed (my touch of insight to it 🙂 )
The poem came as a message- if we are real from our hearts no negative force can survive…loved it
Nicely penned! She has the heart of the prince and that is what truly mattered.
Beautiful ! And in the end that is all that matters 🙂
Glass is pretty and transparent too. So it was pretty obvious it wouldn’t fit the evil sisters 🙂
I like to believe that no matter what hardships we go through in life, as long as we are true to ourselves and others, good will come to us, all in good time. We have a saying, that if the lines on your head say that its yours, it will come to you no matter how late. 🙂
The beauty of fairy tales or any other enduring story is that you find another layer to it everytime you go back to it, and that’s what you did here wonderfully.