Too sharp a thorn of midnight hours
Come and spill over the brinks of time
Too pale a shade in dark scented bowers
Come and spill over though edges are sharp
Of glass made voices in glass made towers
A broken step haunted in a broken harp
Like Cinderella’s shoes smashed on a stair
Like Cinderella’s rush punctual despair
Now sing and tear the tune into naught
Carriages afar horses hoofed in mud
Now play and reach the Moon to be sought
Dig a grave high up in deflowered buds
Thou innocence anointed and Jordan bathed
Come and spill over souls in glass engraved
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow, I was looking at Cinderella poems on poemhunter and saw your name..the rest is history (smile) . What an amazement..but not surprised, because it is by you, of course.