In response to Claudette’s Weekly Writing Challenge #12: Inspire
Inspiration comes in countless forms and guises. There can be a great deal to be learned from even a fairytale. This poem was written and published several years ago in a small volume titled, Singing Over The Bones. Today, when I stumbled upon it, while looking for something to post here, I realized that it wasn’t quite completed. Inspiration can come from ones own written words, on occasion.
Yours was a world of dreams
where fairy godmothers
granted wishes and glass
slippers, held in the palm
of a charming prince,
could only fit one slender foot.
Where an orange pumpkin
could become a golden coach,
and mice could grow to be footmen.
How long did it take
to learn that charm can swiftly
become a burden in timelessness
of happily ever after? That pumpkins
have a very short shelf life, meant only
to be cooked and eaten? When
did you discover that glass
slippers can shatter at a misstep,
rendering tender soles unable
to plant themselves firmly
on a chosen path, or dance quickly
away from tiny scampering mice?
How long before you knew
that fairy godmothers
are really only witches
of another hue, come to teach
us the most difficult task
of sorting this from that?
Elizabeth Crawford 4/18/09