Cinderella memories buried in tombs of yesterday back in the days when the sun cleaved like a sword there were no words to explore the light of day only silent thoughts acclimatized to each nosegay Scented hopes and well hidden sachets by cedar box Avon heavenly spritz an act of instant gratification Lullabies that lingered late into the night , child Knox telling stories of Princesses glass slippers and locks Stagecoach mice scurrying past at the stroke of night run girl run into your castle, see the hands of time As the moon comes out to flash her flashbulb light you will be hidden in the covers joyfully taking flight A Cinder-dress made of chintz from nimble fingers what is surreal, what is real and what is so sublime when we get old everything we ever saw, lingers everything we ever did, turns us into harbingers
Inspired by Artist and Photographer Annie Leibovitz