Golden Slipper
At the stroke of twelve
Assemble the elves
To submit the glass slipper
Cinderella left behind
Bring a pumpkin
Make out of it a carriage
Let's attend the ball
The prince will be stunned
Where is my chosen maiden
I saw her clothed in the clouds
And the sky,a garment around her waist
Two foot men
One couch driver
And four white stallions
Pulling a golden carriage
That is where my Cinderella
In a glass slipper
Descended from and disappeared
Lizards and pumpkins
Mice and a goose
That's the clue to find her
My missing Cinderella
It is like a dream but better than a dream
It all happened
At the stroke twelve
And it was all lost
At the stroke of twelve
Except for the glass slipper
She left behind
Poems from the Graves
S Kojo Frimpong
(C) All Rights Reserved. Poem Submitted on 10/10/2024
Poet's note: The poem "Golden Slipper" retells Cinderella's story from the prince's perspective, capturing the magic and enchantment of their encounter, her sudden disappearance, and his longing to find her, with the glass slipper as their sole connection.
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