leather and gold slippers, 300-400 AD
They call her Cinderella now and in doing so, changed many details of her life. A doting father, an evil stepmother , cruel step sisters, a fairy godmother and glass slippers. Nonsense. Whoever heard of a shoe being made of glass?! By Ma’at, I, Pharaoh Amasis, though only a shade caught in the underworld, will tell you the truth of the tale. May its telling bring me favor with that Goddess. Besides, it isn’t even “Cinderella’s” tale to tell, but my own. It is the tale of how Heru-wer, the falcon god and my divine father, found me a wife.
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Memories, dreams and the mystical combine…
I arrive for the ball, feeling Cinderella-like
immediately pulled into the arms of a prince
spun around the floor like an elegant top
yet no words are said, there is only the music
I stumble and see the reason for silence
he is paper-like, a one dimensional prince
the music becomes tinny, garbled and untrue
Naiade by Henri Fantin-Latour
‘Don’t these humans ever learn?!’
The water nymph watched as a child, bundled so tightly against the cold he could hardly walk, stepped out onto the ice of her pond.
My mum thinks she knows what I’m doing this afternoon. She’d be right and wrong. I’m AM going to grandma’s cottage but not to visit her. Grandma died weeks ago. I found her lying in her own blood in the dark forest. My wails brought another who comforted me and buried her body in a lovely grove. He said her death appeared to be caused by some large animal. All I remember is blood as red as my cloak.