Glass Slipper

Glass Slipper

A Poem by icelandicblue

There was a time where I didn't know
and my ignorance was a cozy cocoon
a soft,bright feather bed of contentment,

so anxious was I to break through those
walls, foolishly believing there was
something astounding...something magical

about being my own mistress,
and for a time I was, and lived
a sleek and silken life until

the constant of change blew in
on the cold breath of reality
and crept up my spine and I knew

that the warmth of youth
had made me cocksure,
an omnipotent lass of promise

blessed with a future filled
with peacock feathered hues
until the plumage was plucked

and fate kissed me long and hard
leaving my parted lips blue
and my lashes laced in frost.

Life had finally unmasked herself
at the ball and my glass slipper
suddenly pinched my toes blistering my innocence.

© 2013 icelandicblue


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Ouch! This is so damned good!

First, I love the lack of punctuation that lent an air of one long stream of consciousness about the surety of youth throughout that finally leads to the frost on your lashes. The last stanza being a final thought of its own ... life has left you all alone.

I can relate to this poem. I have chosen to be alone. The opportunites have been there - three engagements, which I've broken, men who have loved me to pieces. Sadly, as my heart belonged to another; and I was unable to settle for anything less, I denied myself anything more. I know full well - now at 44 - that chances are I will remain alone. It never bothered me earlier. Now that I'm on the cusp of middle age; and I can look in the mirror and see myself getting older, I know that the chances for love are fading by the day.

All that love has brought me is a single reflection in the mirror.

Your words sting with truth.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

icelandicblue

11 Years Ago

Ah the choices we make...we don't even realize the final effects until much later. I am touched by w.. read more



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Fairy tales don't always have happy endings (the real Little Mermaid tale ended up quite sadly, in fact.) The realities of life make us grow up - it is how we deal with those realities that shows what we are really made of. You have expressed your disillusion so very well - your metaphors are extremely apt. I loved the lines:

blessed with a future filled
with peacock feathered hues
until the plumage was plucked

But I could have quoted any other stanza and said much the same thing. Beautifully written poetry, as yours always is, Anne.

Posted 11 Years Ago


icelandicblue

11 Years Ago

Thank you Joyce-
Unfortunately once you've been washed in a cold bucket of reality there is no.. read more
The poem got stronger with every stanza.
I love the ending!
"fate kissed me long and hard leaving my parted lips blue" , had to be my favorite line.
Life is not a fairytale, yet it is...
Wonderful metaphors.

Posted 11 Years Ago


icelandicblue

11 Years Ago

Thanks David-
Life is certainly surreal at time. Glad you liked that line, it's in my favorite.. read more
Funny how we never think about what happens after Cinderella marries the prince. I mean we assume they have a baby or two but what about the years beyond. Yes even fairy tales come to an end. When our eyes open to the truth of life its quite bittersweet. We live, love, laugh, cry, suffer and one day we die. And unfortunately some of us have far more suffering then happiness. This poem really struck me Anne...feels like these glass slippers are way to small right now.

Posted 11 Years Ago


icelandicblue

11 Years Ago

Yes, I can't stand it when my shoes are too tight and blisters...well you just can't think of anythi.. read more
redflutterby

11 Years Ago

And its always a pleasure to read your words!! Taking these damn slippers off for the night...I've h.. read more
god, why do we have to grow up...?

the glass slipper eventually shatters, and we grow up to the realities of life..

things seem so full of promise until we grow up..

i love this poem

the Cinderella idea works so well with the illusions of youth, the fairy tale.

Posted 11 Years Ago


icelandicblue

11 Years Ago

Thanks jacob- love your reviews and your insights. I always look forward to your visits.
Sometimes one has to kiss a lot of frogs before finding that prince/princess !

A sobering poem of life's many ambiguities !

Posted 11 Years Ago


icelandicblue

11 Years Ago

I like that Tom...life's many ambiguities.
yep... every sister under the skin has eventually awakened to the cold grey light.. well written..

Posted 11 Years Ago


icelandicblue

11 Years Ago

That is the truth- thanks for reading.
olla

11 Years Ago

it was my plesure...
What a beautiful image of finally losing the innocence of youth and the bittersweet moment that you become a woman and realize that life is not what you hoped it would be. I love the last stanza about life "unmasked herself". Your imagery is lovely! Great job!

Posted 11 Years Ago


icelandicblue

11 Years Ago

Thank you Sarai for reading and your comment.
Really good, this. So true too. My favourite part:

'and fate kissed me long and hard
leaving my parted lips blue
and my lashes laced in frost.'

Fate so often does this! So well described. So brilliant.
Well done on this.



Posted 11 Years Ago


icelandicblue

11 Years Ago

Thanks Daffy,
I appreciate your thoughts and feedback.
Daffy

11 Years Ago

you are most welcome
I just blinked and opened 42 year old eyes. How that happened, I do not know. This sounds like loneliness to me. The 7th stanza descibes your pen name perfectly, Blue. Perfectly. The cinderella metaphor works well here. The title drew me in and the pinched toes sting like hell. Angi~

PS: Do you have an unneeded 'a' in the 5th stanza?

Posted 11 Years Ago


icelandicblue

11 Years Ago

Thanks so much Angi- and yes, the errant a has been removed. Pinched toes are awful, I agree.
You give us a real good imagery in this piece... of feeling isolated, narrowed, it's claustrophobic almost...
The longing is there halfway, for a moment, and there is light. but with your beautiful second last stanza, there is cold again... I understand your name now much better, being carried back like a movie of yours, and have felt it on the magical way you explain, and tell it to us... I so enjoyed this piece, and your beautiful English.... thank you :)

- Elisa

Posted 11 Years Ago


icelandicblue

11 Years Ago

Thank you again for such a beautiful response. Yes, life's temperature is quixotic and I find myself.. read more

11 Years Ago

I know what you mean, that's why I live as free as I can, from day to day, and let it be, and come t.. read more

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