she spells words on pink paper with her finger and
throws the envelope across the roomā¦fevers of
silence
shudder through her apartment and
she cries for fairy godmothers to
free her from povertyās shacklesā¦
wicked Ā stepsisters cackle and
weave straw into her hair ā¦whip
marks the spot where
she fails to turn
straw into
bricksā¦
pailful shivers rattle
sandā¦and
oceans threaten to slurp over her life and
swallow herā¦
she
watchesā¦
light bulb flicks onceā¦flicks twice..for
$900 she would pay if
she could but
she canātā¦
flicker once and wish for
fairy godmothersā¦
flicker twice and remember Yahā¦
pink is swallowed by darkness
she cries for someone to
saveā¦to
pass over her fearsā¦
to draw a
line in the sand
that darkness canāt
Cross
Moccasins at Meadow Arc 
This poem felt very hopeless, which I think was the point. I enjoyed it, though it was disturbing, properly so. Thank you!
Also, thank you for teaching special needs students. It takes a person of a certain caliber to do that. My son has autism, and if it weren’t for the teachers he’s had I don’t know how he would have managed many of the things he does now. I appreciate you.
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thanks so much!!.. what lovely encouragement… yes.. the poem came on a hard day… but was also hiding meanings in it about Passover and salvation:)
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You’re welcome!
Oh wow, I’ll reread it with that in mind. Thanks!
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:)..
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Thank you so much!:)
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Beautifully capturing a heartbreaking reality. Fabulously crafted words š
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Thanks so much š
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