nicola burkett

Rookie (30.04.1984 / South East, London)

32 - Cinderella - Poem by nicola burkett

Running towards her pumpkin
At the stroke of midnight
Her lost slipper upon the stair
In the silver majestic moonlight
The fairytale turns to dust
As the witching hour begins
Down in the forgotten cellar
Her sorrow and pain she sings
So not to loose her memories of this night’s enchantment
She tearfully produces ink of thoughts onto peasant parchment
Recumbent but weary on her bed of mice invested hay
Crying her self to sleep still and alone Cinderella lay
The next morning prince charming comes round
With the clear glass slipper he had found
A gentleman he lowers down on one knee, while Cinderella sits
Drawing eloquent smiles as the slipper perfectly fits


Comments about 32 - Cinderella by nicola burkett

  • Rookie Sarah Mcrae (6/13/2013 7:04:00 PM)

    lovely :) great job with this one. (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie Ana Monnar (9/3/2007 7:32:00 PM)

    That was good! You created your poem very cleverly. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Duncan Wyllie (5/19/2007 3:36:00 PM)

    Those last two lines so fitting, Love shall conquer all!
    Love duncan X (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 7 Points Tailor Bell (12/4/2006 10:12:00 AM)

    that moment of despair between the evenning joy and morning discover is well portrayed in this verse. fine write, Nicola. -Tailor (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 3 Points Original Unknown Girl (11/27/2006 6:09:00 AM)

    How beautifully you capture this fairytale! I liked this poem a lot Nicola..... great write! HG: -) (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, November 27, 2006

Poem Edited: Saturday, November 27, 2010


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