Open Poetry #1 |
Peasant Phoenix© |
Genea Member
since 1999-06-15
Posts 321USA |
Peasant Phoenix©1999 by Genea Parker Hands tremble As she stares at the gilded invitation she holds. His legendary carriage evaporates, Held not by the muddy lane Nor by the fog that pervades the hamlet. A crazy thought gives her a moment Of sudden pleasure. “They will never agree to take me, But maybe I will leave My copper kettle And wall of brooms And become more than their slave for one night.” She sighs, Smiles to herself, Walks back inside. “Oh Cinderella Is it such a foolish notion?” ------------------ Thanks for taking the time to read. Comments welcome! :-) |
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Genea Member
since 1999-06-15
Posts 321USA |
i like this one because of the surprise ending. ~Genea |
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ramisf Member
since 2007-05-17
Posts 93 |
it is always great to talk about people who keeps essense in our life |
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