Poetry

Pictures on the Hearth (draft)

Of glass slippers

and long carriage rides:

dreams are made

of soot.

 

But who shall

seek the owner

of the gleaming crystal’s

foot?

 

Some say a prince,

tall and fair,

will search the long,

dark night.

 

Yet the wearer waits

not for a prince, but

a princess to come

in sight.

 

Together they will

cast aside stray

whispers of the

old.

 

Searching stars overhead

and gleaming lands

forgotten but long

foretold.

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