A gown of moonlight
In a distant peaceful land
A young girl lives in a kitchen
She often falls asleep reading books near the fire
Her stepsisters unkindly refer to her as Cinderella
The ash covered girl loves books
Especially the ones given to her by her father
Humble chores connects her to her father’s estate
And his books give her the world
She cares little for fancy clothes and gossip
What she likes is walking in the forest and daydreaming
She makes up stories she tells the cat
Or the birds in the trees
Unnoticed and unwanted Cinderella becomes a lovely lady
With intelligence and kindness
The stepsisters think she is simple and base
While they obsess over royal intrigues and their wealth
One day while sorting the grain
A letter arrives
Smudged with soot and sweat
Cinderella delivers this letter to her stepmother
Through the excitement, laughter overflows
At the idea of Cinderella attending the ball
This breaks her heart with the finest cracks
That runs quite deep
She expects little
But this small wish expands into a great desire
Overwhelmed with despair
She cries for the first time since her father died
Cinderella opens the floodgates to her heart
She slowly drowns in misery
An energy begins to collect from the corners of the room
A swelling of light concentrates into a figure
A soft voice gently speaks
Blinking through her tears
Cinderella stares amazed at a petite woman dressed in radiance
“Oh darling, there is a way for you to go.”
Magically a gown of golden luminosity whirls around her
As she walks up the stairs to the ball
She is like the sun rising in the night
All heads turn as she enters
The prince comes directly
And bows
He gently takes her hand
And the waltz begins
Some whisper the prince is bewitched
He cannot take his eyes off her
No words are spoken
But a bond forms that cannot be explained
At midnight Cinderella rushes away
As her fairy godmother instructed
On the road home her fine gown disappears
Her stepsisters come home and shake her awake
They talk about the foreign girl
Who occupied the prince all night
But tomorrow they vow to get their chance
To turn his head.
After the stepsisters go to the ball for the second night
Cinderella waits in the garden for her fairy godmother to appear
Tonight her dress is several shades of aqua
Golden fish dart in and out of the folds like sea grass
Upon arrival the prince is waiting for her
He takes her hand and they disappear through the open doors
The strain of music can barely be heard
And still they dance
At midnight Cinderella runs home
The prince tries to follow but a confusion of ladies block his way
Cinderella pretends to be asleep
As her stepsisters arrive with complaints of the ball
She tries to act interested
But her small smile gives her away
Her quick stepmother grabs her wrist and asks what’s so funny
Cinderella says something simpleminded and her stepmother smirks
A mask is required on the last night of the ball
The stepsisters fuss over their clothes and keep changing their minds
The fairy godmother waits nearby
With a swish of her wand
Cinderella is enveloped in cool shimmering light
A lace mask hides her face
All eyes dazzle to see this moonlit beauty
The Prince knows her instantly
They move onto the dance floor and begin the waltz
The prince by now has memorized her every feature
He knows her hands
And the way she moves
The prince speaks intimately
He knows in his heart she is the one
The prince begins to ask…
But the midnight bells chime, she has no choice but to run
She wants to stay in his arms
But the broken charm would show her in rags
She losses a shoe on the stairway
And cannot stop to pick it up
Confused and frustrated
She doubts he would look at her without the fairy glamour
And yet what did she expect?
She only wanted to go to the ball
What happened is more than she could ever wish for
She has fallen in love with a person she barely knows
She has fallen for the way he touches her
So gently as they dance
She has fallen for his sweet expression
When her looks into her eyes
She sighs to herself
And gives up on ever seeing him again
At dawn she tends her chores like any other day
A messenger arrives announcing a shoe fitting
The stepmother rushes about
Getting her girls ready
Cinderella does her best to help
But the exasperated stepmother shoos her away
The first daughter’s foot is too large
The second one almost fits but her little toe is too big
The stepmother whispers in her ear,
“When you are queen, you won’t need to walk.’
She cuts off the little toe of her own daughter
The stepmother announces the shoe fits!
An entourage swiftly rides to the palace
The stepsister is presented to the king and the prince
The prince knows this is not right
The girl stands with a painful expression
A pool of blood forms around the shoe
The crowd gasps
The prince lifts her onto a couch and removes the shoe
And to his horror sees her mutilated foot
The prince declares this is not the way to find a wife
He takes his horse out into the open air
If a person would cut off a toe to marry a prince
What other kinds of insanity would people do?
He knows he must find his mystery girl
But how?
The shoe fittings are not continued
Cinderella’s shoe lay hidden
The prince races into the countryside
To clear his mind and his heart
He stumbles into a forest where the trail ends
Falling asleep under a willow tree, he dreams
There he sees Cinderella working in a field
Sorting grain
He doesn’t see her face
But he knows her graceful movements
He knows her spirit
Even in a dream
The prince wakes at dusk
Following the trail to a little farm
Seeking water for his horse
He approaches the well
Covered in sweat and dirt
A young girl grasps a water bucket
She sees him and smiles
He knows her even from a distance
This is his mystery girl
But he is confused by her circumstance
In this moment she forgets how she looks
She is filled with love for him
The stepmother sees what is to happen through a window
But she cannot stop this
“It doesn’t matter to me what your status is.
If you would marry me, I would honor you for life.”
He takes her hand and kisses it
Tears streak her face
They marry in a private ceremony
Under a willow tree
As Cinderella disappears
Princess Ella emerges
The Prince and his Princess
Live and love for a long, long time
4 Comments:
I have an obsession with Cinderella and the many variations. I hope you enjoy this one. The image is a digital painting that was a study for an oil painting. Maybe I 'll finish it one day.
Luna! Luna! This is a perfect weaving of a famous tale, told throughout Persia under another name, for us as we plan for the ball. And the painting is just wonderful. Clever you!
Just beautiful Luna, beautiful.
Thank you! I have loved this story for so many years. And I have written some lame versions. For me, this a just the beginning.
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