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Elle laissa tomber une de ses pantoufles de verre, que le prince ramassa bien soigneusement. (Perrault’s tale)

SOUL SLIPPER

magnificent her slipper —
slender, arched, flawless,
resplendent of soul (embodied

the right) a drift of gentle snow
fell as the midnight hand stole
a moon-pale foot, forgiven

of its comfy glass —
with a swarovski sparkle,
possibility of forever-after,

if found and delivered
to the lass with platinum hair —
long and luxurious; diamondiferous
cascade of gown - ankle-sweet.

the royal hound buried it...well
he should have, according to
the snooty stepsisters and their
mother, but instead the perfect soul

at the top of the landing, reminder
of Ella’s smile that bewitched
the adorable prince charming.

curious, he coddles the scenic
looking glass of remembrance —
in love with her tootsie reflection.

the royal hound hunts her down,
sniffs out her kissable perfume,
snarls at the frankenstein-family.

a clever mouse knocks over
a lovely bouquet of wildflowers,
sheltered upstairs where nobody 

cares, except the cheese nibblers
well cared for by the classy lass.
released by the princely command,

posed beside the wincing sibs,
she patently slides on hers.

8/28/2020
Contest - Soul Slipper
Sponsor - Kai Neumann

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