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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, Cinderella, fairytale, heartbreak, love, poetry, UK poet, Yorkshire poet
As she whispers to herself,
her shouts become shadows,
and heartbeats chime thirteen;
the pain in her chest is not surpassed,
by the memory of just before midnight.
Why did she stay? When all about said,
run, flee, escape, (or) you’ll rue the day.
Holding a bouquet of disdain,
she will mourn the bride,
and hide the pain.
© Beyond Cinderella 01.02.13
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Illustration for Charles Perrault’s Cinderella from Histoires ou Contes du Temps passé: Les Contes de ma Mère l’Oye(1697). Gustave Doré’s illustrations appear in an 1867 edition
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Hi Alex – and welcome to dVerse 🙂 I hope you enjoy the experience and that you’ll be back again. It is a truly supportive poetry community.
This is a wonderful poem – the heartbeat striking thirteen is a brilliant line (which put me in mind of Orwell’s 1984).
Hello – Thank you Tony! In the words of someone more buff than myself – I’ll be back! What a positive response I’ve received from everyone – Thank you 🙂
oh heck…so he didn’t try to find her..? never thought in that direction…letting go is always a risk… nicely penned and a warm welcome at dVerse..
Thanks Claudia 🙂 it’s interesting to put a different spin on things 🙂
Alex
dang…there is aferocious intensity to this…love the use of thirteen as well for the heartbeats…and ugh, perhaps she should have listened but….
Thank you Brian – Ah well the gift of hindsight could make us all wise old things 🙂
‘As she whispers to herself,
her shouts become shadows,
and heartbeats chime thirteen;’
…I love that. Wonderful write.
Thank you 🙂
This was a different twist, well done ~
Nice to meet you at D’verse ~
Grace
Hello Grace – thank you very much – nice to meet you too 🙂
Hi Alexandra, nice to see you at dVerse Poet’s Pub Open Link Night !!! This place rocks!!! I liked the content and great ending !!
Aw thank you very much – I came across dVerse by chance – I’m so glad that I did 🙂
Holding a bouquet of disdain, love that line.
Thank you very much – I wonder what a bouquet of disdain would smell like?
🙂