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She is sweet and enigmatic
Her walk so conspicuous
How dare I go there,
With all her enigma
This surely won't end well.
She walks towards me
And courteously asks to sit beside
I hastily agree
Words that fall from her mouth
Are nothing but pleasing,
Dropping innuendos at every given opportune.
We delight in wine and she matches me glass for glass as she seems nonchalant to its effects.
Her eyes light up the room or is it the wine taking its toll?
Her beauty lies in comparison to none that my eyes have lay upon
I sit with an Aphrodite but yet
I wonder what she sees in me?
I stare at her as I fathom,
It suddenly dawns on me.
She is the kind who swallows cork for coin, The lady of the night.
That's the only conclusion I have
A woman all alone in a bar
What else could she be?
I decide to tread path on a more direct route
And arrive at point.
I ask her in whisper,what reward she will require for me to see what I was longing for?
Her dress part from her body.
She scowls as she breaks word
"I am a Lady seeking a Gentleman"
She stands and walks away like Cinderella only this time she leaves no glass slipper,
Leaving me mortified
For I sat with a lady and only just realized it Now.
Form:
In the reflection of a lake,
One day saw my very own soul,
In shape and form it looked like me,
But in colour as black as coal!
Surprised, I accosted with ‘Hi‘
Nervous, not knowing what to say,
Hoping it was just a bad dream,
would wake up, it would go away!
Soul stared back without interest,
like had been watching me for years,
It appeared both peaceful and calm,
was completely bereft of fears!
We could speak in thought without words,
travelling through the time tunnel,
our memories although the same,
in conscience I felt a villain!
We started at the beginning,
when I was small, my soul was white,
Then through the erring steps of life,
It grew darker with steps not right!
Arriving back at present day,
I could see why it was so black,
In the pursuit of worldly joys
My moral values had lost track!
Wiser, I seek to cleanse my soul,
With a noble deed every day,
Years hence, when I visit the lake,
A whiter soul will come my way!
Written 25/08/2020
premium competition winner 9th place
Soul Slipper contest
Sponsor Kai Michael Neumann
Born orphan, the torture of her stepmother and stepsisters
shaped the fairy tale Cinderella with fire, the ember girl,
who didn’t dream seeing the dormant love bloom,
but seethed within to take the retaliatory revenge.
On the night of the grand royal ball the cruel family
left bedecked with jewels and satin for the palace,
locking her in the attic in the company with rats.
She didn’t cry, performed a mystic trick, mother taught.
She came out glowing, dressed in a gorgeous golden gown,
wearing slippers made not of glass, but of sharp steel.
She strode elegantly like a flame in the wind to the ball
where she saw her stepsisters dancing with the prince.
Like a mesmerized moth the prince was drawn to her fire.
They danced passionately amidst the petrified spectators.
The entranced prince slowly burned in the embrace of ember,
while the stepsisters fumed in anger and envy.
When the clock struck twelve at the fated midnight hour,
the music stopped for a while in dead stillness.
The spell on the stunned prince was shattered
as with the steel slipper she stabbed him with a smile.
She ran away barefoot, disappeared like flying cinder,
getting the torment of stepmother and stepsisters avenged.
Darkness hides the sunset in her eyes
Ripples of rain wash tears away
Moon -dust falls over her hair
Its dim lit glow reveals a smile
wider than dappled clouds of grey
Scintilla stars become a ballroom
reflecting sparkles in every meadow
where She would sing through garden-winds
that blow rose-petals of tarnished-yellow.
Enchanters'shadows try to surround her
Sweetly She walks wild spirit free
She leaves to meet her one beloved
who lives far down by the calm sea
He is the one, her blue-hued butterfly
who waltzes and flutters close to her heart
The one who picked her lost glass-slipper
and offered his hand right from the start.
Inspired by the ocean and music
Poor Cinderella
Has herself a new fella
Since she found out her prince
Has himself a foot fetish
As he gazed in the glass
Of her lost slipper he said
I am highly intrigued
By this young woman's feet
Which is the main reason why
He went through the kingdom's feet to find
Searching for the perfect pair
Enjoying the trip as he went there
But alas the Prince got bored
With the toes 1, 2, 3, and 4
Although pinky #5
For awhile kept the romance alive
But soon enough he ventured out
To find new jam about the town
And that in a "shoe box" is the reason why
Cinderella now has herself a new guy
Just in case ya'll were wondering....
The in-between heat of August is there
And here
For those of you who dare
To embrace the early signs of magic
Katydids clacking at dusk
To the moon’s silver fingers
Parting the leaves
Cicadas rattling like tambourines
I come across an eagle feather
Long black and brown
Wonder if it actually fell from a vulture
Either way I am protected
From what?
Yesterday and tomorrow
In the morning
A Luna Moth did not time the sunrise
Correctly
Hides herself out in the open as an Oak leaf
Stuck to the sunlit bark
Eyes from her lime wings
Stare out
No mouth to shout
And with no stomach
She cannot conceive of hunger or thirst
It is love that sustains
Her
Needs
Love love love
Cinderella with her slipper left for the Prince
Of darkness
To leave three hundred eggs wrapped in a leaf
For the cocoon of moon in the following spring
Love
Her wand of a tail
Tattered
By a night-before battle with a bat
What is left to do when all is accomplished?
But to rest
To translate biology to poetry
To remain solitary
To realize the world cannot understand
If not
Outright resists
This
Transformation
From living being to unseen spirit
She makes it through the day
Then lifts her wings
Into a purple legion of darkness
Disappears.
Written: October 12, 2025
Quote: "Having hope in the future is like planting a garden," By Poet.
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In the calyx of coma,
where terror slithered akin to boas in shade,
a cryptic slipper of mercy tiptoed—
artless, and aquiver,
a callow requiem for innocence.
Obsidian skies whispered their eulogy,
muffled by the harsh breath of dyspnea,
and yet—beneath the ebony loam,
a seed, embryonic,
shivered.
It did not shy away from agony,
nor reject the dark fate
lurking in the shadows of Lethe.
It rebounded—
clear as dawn,
passionate as a golden flame.
Hope transcends mere cliché.
It embodies alchemy—
a dynamic, endogenous force
ubiquitous, yet not ominous.
that navigates through desuetude
Dance around nonsense and detritus,
skirting the prolonged epitaphs
of imitation and the scent of rain.
It shows the archetype of meliorism.
not a golden aegis of katabatic chasm,
but the lush abundance of a rural demesne.
Our heron-filled pondering was slow.
Serenade in dirge to azure sky.
Optimism is not ridiculous.
It is emulous.
A multivocal lilt
in the labyrinthine lagniappe of sorrow.
It is the verdigris of acatalepsy—
the verdant veridicality.
It's a syllepsis amid agony and auric grace.
It is the pulchritudinous gasp,
of a sylphlike truth,
the gossamer wafture of a whispering genesis
in the ossuary of despair.
It is the slipper that fits no foot,
the slipper that fits every foot—
a slipper made of alabaster and stammer,
of aurora and archaic glamour,
of insouciance and invocation.
Hope slinks through the squalor,
svelte and sacred,
a nemesis to nemesis,
a vivacious vestige of Elysium
in the stygian Anthropocene.
It is the seed that knows
how to resile,
how to shimmer,
how to bloom
despite the slipper,
despite the boas,
despite the oblivion.
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.
Sultry crowns a lunar face beam connected
fishing in the great lakes crimson shades a shadow
Rising inside echoes see through ice crystal breaking
the temple of an ocean lament treasure sings out sweet sorrow
Cries out seagulls within the silence peaking wave held moment
gasping silence breaks on the seventh crest looking breathless
Whitewashed carpet unfolding before your feet special joy breaks
a shadow kisses the soul of every step taken sweetly blessed
Jewels finding paradise salt of the seabed rises cultured churns
Upon the white surf princess your eyes sparkles unique diamond cut
Though space and time growing into a dream fairy tale magic
faraway glass slipper bride peridot signature colour on the moon
Green corn swaying to whispers upon a breeze drops beneath you
Breaths held in the wind curling around warmly sighs silently gasps
Dancing rose upon the thorns petals blush pink waves enchants
sunlight glistens as dewdrops fall adoring feelings rainbow
Sharing with you the one who holds twilight ever after
faraway united forever and always embracing your grace
"Here I am in human form but it was not always quite so
earth is not the only planet I’ve been to
through past life regressions, I definitely know"
I can hear the chiming of my soul at large
ding dong clang it goes all night and day
Cinderella in a pumpkin carriage
no glass slipper in this lifetime's array
I can feel the earth beneath my bare feet
it is the foundation of my courseted life
bound by body but not by soul design
I can shapeshift and loosen all my strife
I am made of flesh and bone but spirit too
so when it comes to lifetimes I can have a few
this outer casing one day I will surely lose
as I recall the move of an everchanging pew
I am zealous and devout carrying much clout,
but when I shapeshift, I always find another route.