Cinders
Jade goblets smashed on marble floors in a ballroom of stolen chandeliersFootsteps echo down an Escher hall as Bloody Cinderella falls up the downside stair
Has the band forgotten her so soon playing a moonlight sonata in her hair
Golden fish sing swimming in a bowl plastered to novel ceilings of high and low
Having said it all it's time to swim away but that's just a wave to stall
So quaint to miss the Morning's early call
It's faint it is, perhaps an afterglow .
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2020-12-27 at 00:56
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