Cinders
She looks so tiny, there, next to her Prince,in the twilight, coloured paper catches
the light from the lens of a camera.
She looks so scared, there, holding a baby
while he holds another, impossibly young,
but already the light has dimmed
Getting dimmer and dimmer
three blond babes, and she is alone
wearing cinders on her shoes
The camera is a trickery, it catches
smiles, but also lies
the light is a mockery
and it dies and dies
Oh Sweet Lord, someone hold me
before another picture is distorted
and another lie is told.
Poetry by Elle
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Written on 2023-05-06 at 17:31
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