Cinderella Dressed In Green Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

it's gooseberry green perhaps we thought
kicking the legs of the small table
eating up our fruit cocktail.

(the stepsisters would have worn maraschino...
or diced peach; they hadn't any table manners.)

Cinderella's dress of the jump rope rhymes...
I wanted to hear the whole spectrum of her wardrobe
but got caught in the lines too early missing the beat

with my jumping feet on the school playground.
then again,
it was more verite that way, I guess...

she probably had just the one Sunday dress
other than what she wore for chores.

mary angela douglas 22 february 2015; 19 november 2023