Glass slipper

means, perhaps,i'm never going to be able to grow up...

pate de foie gras

and the waiter is garcon here

where the air smells of my caffeinated soaps

and your sophistication.

Fingers trailing the cutlery gently,

you are all lovered up,

intractable,cold and aloof like you have always been

when you speak.

You speak of how wonderful it is

that i have finally grown up...Good byes and remember mes..

aren't we way too mature for all that stuff,

life can't always be fairy talic..etc..etc

and all the while my eyes keep staring

at my small school girl's feet,

still school girl's,

wondering why real girls can't leave behind glass slippers. 

Author's Note

Reviews

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. whoa ! ... wow ! ... my point exactly ... i'm going to fight for the freedom of every girl to wonder about leaving behind glass slippers ... especially while in a "meaningful conversation" with the "sophisticated" ... every time eben would switch on the repressed pastor in him ... and bore me to death ... (his sermons could easily replace sedatives) ... a song would start playing in my head ... "raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens, bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens, brown paper packages tied up with strings, these are a few of my favourite things" ... (the sound of music classic) ... and i'd turn into an elf inside my head ... i could've chosen another song but i had to also focus on not laughing ... oh, the things we girls have to go through ...

yeh kaise shehzaade hain
jinhein kaanch ki chappal dikhai nahi deti
uske sahaare humein dhoondna to door ki baat
inhein toh humaara vajood hi nazar nahi aata

[J]

I think every girl wants to be a Cinderella secretly...
this "sophistication" seems two-dimensional, boring even...

[Jeff]

You certainly do have a winning way with the written word! I love reading your writing. Your voice, pacing and imagery are refreshing and quite enjoyable!

Apparently, I did not get the same feeling as most of the other reviewers did. I get the impression that "i" has either had it with the fairly tale and all the uptight, snooty people in it; or, is new to the scene and wants to go back to reality where "i" doesn't have to pretend to be something they're not.

My impression of your last line leans more toward "i" wanting to leave her glass slippers behind in fairy tale land, instead of leaving them behind for her Prince Charming to find her with.

This was a great write, even if I completely missed the point. Thank you for sharing!!!

[Emily B]

oh, the voice is so tall, and I know I've said that before, but the voice is so lovely and young and old all at the same time, wonderfully written

[Jibey]

I started off challenged to work out why you did not write 'pate de foie gras' - and wondered if there was a significance in the change .. so I got off to a bad start! Then I wondered who the 'lovered up' (lovely phrase!) person was that was so superior, it seems... and then I got into the thrust of the thing, the struggle to know where one is in the grand scheme of things... the feeling that somehow it is impossible to arrive... and the wish that it was not necessary to, anyway...

Always, clever and accomplished... I love your writing...

[SpokenWord]

I see in this a woman who has grown up into a princess maybe but under all this grown up-ness still is the child like behavior, beliefs and we wonder why hasn't she let go of childhood things. Interesting write.

[Robin]

I feel the squirm of sitting in the lap of luxury , and the hold of dreams held to heart, with magic words to be revealed at the end of the tale ~

[Ed Hart]

the thing about glass slippers is that when they break, they hurt more than you feelings...i really like the way you put these shards of words together

[TAO]

Well, I'm no girl, but I think I get it...I think... And who really wants to grow up?

This is an endearing piece, and one I think that we can all identify with.

[Coyote Poetry]

The words were beautiful. I read the poem a few times. I like the simple conversation.
"You are all lovered up,
intractable,cold and aloof like you have always been
when you speak."
I like the last line. The poem open the door to many things. A excellent poem.
Coyote