She tore through the pumpkin patch
Her blue dress skirts catching the vines around her
I have to get away from him
If he catches me before midnight...
We'll be married, I'll be HIS property
Cooking and cleaning...forever
NEVER
She pushed harder, ran faster
Her blonde hair whipping loose
Of her formal updo
Oh Ella.... Come back here
My little pet
My bride
MINE
No!
Her blue skirt snagged on a stem
She pulled
And yanked
Eager to be as far
From Prince Far Too Charming
As she could
She yanked free tearing her ball gown,
Tripping as she made off into the woods
She had made it home
Closing the door behind her
When she realized
She had left her shoe behind
The Prince stopped in the patch
Angry, supposedly defeated
Only to find a glass slipper
Overturned, without its mate
His mouth turned up
Into a devilishly charming smile
Oh Ella...my sweet Cinderella
I'll find you
And together
We will live
Happily Ever After
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Scattered Poetry
PoetryPoetry that does not fit into other genres so, they are just compiled here for your enjoyment.
