Melancholy
In the day light of warm summer,
The old lady gone out of her home,
Toiling hard and walking barefoot ,
No slippers to wear
The feet became warm with pain strunken over her ankle ,
She could not walk properly,
Crying and walking
She doesn’t have money to buy ,
So she went to look for some work
Her life became miserable
Sadness and poverty curtailed ,
Everyday she had to go without slipper,
Her feet burnt and became swollen,
She remained starved without having food for many days,
Yet she had a hope,
One day life would change ,
Brings about prosperity and wealth ,
She would buy new slippers,
And nice food for her.
Far into the deep green forest
there is a lady slipper
Blooming all alone in the trees
a delicate sight to see
As if a princess left it there
on the lovely walking path
When the prince swept her off her feet
a trace of love, still behind
Near gurgling brooks and waterfalls
splashes of joy all around
Here within the deep green forest
blooming love is to be found
Heidi Sands
2/4/22
The lady slipper
Flowering pink in shadows
Rare beauty of love
Rising above the darkness
Perfect fit worn by the heart
Heidi Sands
7/1/17
Florid light from
The heavens glistened down
Illuminating tranquility as such
Shadows veil, so not to be found
Angels would escort her
Along soft moss covered way
Warm breezes of summer
Stirred gentle winds
For a radiant maiden
On a god's given day
A harsh winter’s night
Or a dank, dispiriting day
Of these I speak
The gods kept away
A lover she longed for
Selected I as her last
Surrendering to love's delirium
By her spell I was cast
A lady slipper found
In woods rest solely
A grasping hand
Creates a demise unholy
My angel's wings
Dispatched her in flight
Home to Eden
From a thralldom too tight
At sad times I ponder
Are her thoughts sent my way?
From a radiant maiden
On a god's given day
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