Ella Returns

[Makai]

Illusion's reality...Cinderella's shredded gown
glazes window's phantomed history.

Wednesdays child's favorite panties,
sewn with fortunate Sunday's name-
assuring elegance.

Broken glass slippers, skipping path
happily-ever-after bygone play.

Years,

slipped through small hands
reality's illusion...intercedes,
imagination
games
fading.

Splashing, lunar tides invoke
peaceful forest spells.
Shades of blue, indigo, cyan
pale annunciation hues.

Awaken Ella, to enchantment:

Trees scratching penumbra scars,
forgetting roots are bound.

Snow diamonds scintillating
in bank's with no money.

Lake you can walk on,
caroling glad tidings.

Nature never had to grow up.

[cogs]

i like this alot... i don't understand the panties part, but i suppose it has something to do with childhood? the years slipping away with imagination are great, and i would like to see a longer version of this

[Makai]

The panties part was a reference to the old nursery rhyme:

Mondays child poem

Mondays child is fair of face,
Tuesdays child is full of grace,
Wednesdays child is full of woe,
Thursdays child has far to go,
Fridays child is loving and giving,
Saturdays child works hard for his living,
And the child that is born on the Sabbath day
Is bonny and blithe, and good and gay.

I was always more a Wednesdays child and would borrow grace from another day if I could.

Thank you for your comment on my poem, glad you liked it.

[PrinceMyshkin]

Illusion's reality...Cinderella's shredded gown
glazes window's phantomed history.

Wednesdays child's favorite panties,
sewn with fortunate Sunday's name-
assuring elegance.

Broken glass slippers, skipping path
happily-ever-after bygone play.

Years,

slipped through small hands
reality's illusion...intercedes,
imagination
games
fading.

Splashing, lunar tides invoke
peaceful forest spells.
Shades of blue, indigo, cyan
pale annunciation hues.

Awaken Ella, to enchantment:

Trees scratching penumbra scars,
forgetting roots are bound.

Snow diamonds scintillating
in bank's with no money.

Lake you can walk on,
caroling glad tidings.

Nature never had to grow up.

I like the freedom with which this skips between nature and some of the mythology of our predestination and of course....

the last line is a KILLER!

[Makai]

Ah Prince, you do "get me" don't you? I appreciate you more than you can know. Thank you for leaving such a wonderful comment.