Cinderella's Shoes

by Brian Taylor

The ugly sister, Alice,
glared at the mirror with reflected malice;
gave a grin
and blew a bubble;
stroked the stubble
on her chin
and simpered, in unbridled bliss,
“What a charmer I iss!”
adding, with a grimace,
“Who’s the prettier, glass face?”

Cinderella. Cinderella. Cinderella.
Cinderella. Cinderella.”
The mirror twinkled a little wintry.
“Cinderella. Cinderella….”

The tiny fragments of splintery
glass were swept up by footman Fred.
“What a wolatile woman!” Fred said.
“A weally, wolatile woman!”

An officer guarded the small glass slipper,
passport to a prince and palace.
(But not for Alice.)

She squeezed and pressed and squealed and swore
and gave a most almighty roar.

More fragments of splintered glass
were swept up by footman Fred.
“What a woracious woman!” Fred said.
“A most woracious woman!”

Cinderella slipped easily into the other shoe,
was whisked off in a gilded carriage
to a brave new world where her goodness drew
her, to liveried servants and a royal marriage!

And Alice?
She stumbled her bloody way
to a fate far worse than death.
To a tiny cell with walls of mirrors.
Unbreakable, bullet proof, everlasting glass!


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Brian Taylor is a poet and philosopher presently living in Cornwall, England and the Far East., Website:, Poetry works include:, BLINDNESS KINDNESS (1968), GOING OUT THERE IS NO OTHER (1995), COMING BACK THERE IS NO TRACE (2005), BLONDIN (2006), BAMBOO LEAVES (2007), OXFORD POEMS (2008), GNOMONIC VERSES (2015)

Last updated March 08, 2014