Modern Day Cinderella

Another poem from my poetic morgue. An updated faerie tale.

Another Saturday morning

Has awaken to greet me

Yet I feel the urge to roll over

In my bed and go back to sleep.

As the dreams of last night

Play in my mind

Of perfectly tailored dresses

And expensive Italian leather shoes.

Treated by one and all

As the faerie tale princess

On her way

To the Royal Ball.

Where I dance

With my Princess Charming

Who sweeps me

Off my feet.

Unlike Cinderella

There are no step-sisters

Or cruel step-mom

Waiting for me.

As the bell chimes twelve

I rush to wake up

Before the dream ends

In a nightmare.

To the sound

Of Her royal servants

Knocking on

My front door.

Presenting

On a purple crush velvet cushion

An expensive leather shoe

Like the one I owe.

Oh this cannot be real

Such things only happen

In faeries tales

Told to amuse kids.

Please let this true

My wildest dream

Is really

A reality to me.

Accepting the offered shoe

As if manna from the Goddess

From up high above

In my trembling hands.

Scared

It will disappear

When I blink my eyes

For a second.

Gingerly

Placing the shoe

Before my left foot

As I step into it.

Hearing a grasp

As my foot fits perfectly

From the Royal attendant

As she hastily bows to me.

“Ma’am

The Royal Princess await

Your appearance

This afternoon”.

Before I heard

A cell phone being answered

In the background

Confirming the shoe fitting.

As several more attendants

Rushed forward

Gathering some clothes

Along with myself.

Taking me

To meet

My Princess Charming

In Her palace.

And who said

Faeries tales are dead

Not I

That’s for sure.

Author's Note

Originally written February 12, 2011.

Reviews

[TL Boehm]

Nice. Nothing wrong with Faerie Tales...we all need an escape, a daydream, something.

[therisa]

Thank you, Tammy, for your kind words. Sigh.