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Cinderella Reconsiders


Take it back
take back all the falderal
and friggin'
fiddle dee dee
take back the mad murmuring
of ten minutes ago

this glass slipper
will shine brighter
than the stars
as it sails high
into some kind of
wonderful midnight


catching a thousand crazy
diamond dog dreams
before landing
violently
shattering quite rightly
into impossibly everlasting
plastic 


snowflakes
drifting down
T
he Spanish Steps
spectacularly
scudding
like white mice

into right angles resting
eyes 
twinkling

ready to pierce soles 
unguarded
until sweeping arms
ferret them out of little corners
and into the stardust
dreams of faraway lovers

Rene Foran ~ March 2011

Comments

  1. I thought I recognized those! :-)

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  2. not a lot of fun being a princess is it? smiles.

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  3. @Brian...just ask Princess Di...

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  4. nice spin on a never ending classic.

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  5. Cindy does what she wants, babe.

    This was a blast to read.

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  6. One of my dear friends swears she's "no friggin' Cinderella 'cause the corset's too tight and the shoes rub her raw. You said the same thing, more poetically!

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  7. Cinderella is fierce.

    Which is good, 'cause she's my fave :)

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  8. Run C, run. But sell the slipper first.

    Cheers,

    Casey

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  9. I love the slipper shattering. Nice!

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  10. Ahhh the Piazza di Spagna a place near and dear to my heart. I truly love your writing Rene.

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  11. damn fine writing..and so packed..great pete

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  12. good rethinking Cindy...run!!...Great write Rene..I love the whole piece..very nice...bkm

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  13. wow, this is excellent. I like the tone and the imagination.

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  14. I love your take on this. The shattering slipper lying in wait to hurt whoever comes upon the pieces. Great write!

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  15. out of little corners
    and into the stardust dreams
    of faraway lovers ~


    very nice

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  16. Wonderful and imaginative take on the beloved princess.

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  17. love the word flow.
    welcome and have fun today.

    A++

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  18. Loving your poems! Vibrant, visual, knife-at-the-throat stuff. Are those Diamond Dogs any relation to Bowie's?

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  19. nicely written! thank you for sharing this! my late potluck haha- http://fiveloaf.wordpress.com/2011/03/08/nectar-from-heaven/

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  20. Your poetry should be in people's hands. In our ears. On our lips. I haven't been reading my literary mags for about a year. Have you been submitting to them?

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  21. It's funny, Fred... to date this has been the poem I've had the most fun writing but it's tanked on two other sites where I've submitted it. It still remains one of my favorites. :)

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  22. "take back all the falderal
    and friggin' fiddle dee dee"
    love the combination of friggin and fiddle dee dee.
    now THAT is poetry.

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  23. Fun take on Cinderella! I like the "friggin fiddle dee dee" :) Beautiful writing.

    My Poetry Pantry Poem: St. Patrick Limerick

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  24. This was fun to read and your descriptions were great!
    http://judyidliketosay.blogspot.com/2011/03/ghost.html

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