I recall that time
I was Cinderella
...........
Tired and dirt crusted
Hands bleeding nails torn
Dresses
Ruined
The mice scurrying about
The birds waking me up
Driving pumpkins to hidden castles
Dancing with a prince
Totally beats that moment
I found myself beneath the ocean
Legs for fins forgetting to breathe
Voiceless in the world of the deaf
Those were the days
I'd much rather have been
Sleeping in strange men's beds
Eating apples with little regard
To who may have cursed them
So that now I'm not sure
Whether I'm still asleep
Or if the spindle scar I carry is real
I swear I remember my Bear Mother wrapping it
In the library of a beastly man
She was telling me to stay strong
Reminding me I was a prisoner
But that Beast wore me down
With his shedding charm
Patiently standing in line
Behind the boy with a flying carpet
And one holding a shoe of glass
Why are they all soo thirsty?
Why didn't anyone bring a ladder?
Can't they see I'm a prisoner in this high
High
Tower
Instead they bring golden shears
And tiny cuffs disguised as rings
But no wizards
No shoes with wings
All I got is this winter heart
That I can't let go
And a silk dress
I do have that......

(JL)