the floors themselves
laughed when it fit on my foot
the glass slipper
*
do you want a bag
for those, said the woman
who sold me my wings
*
it was no thicker
than a word mid air, that wall
that trapped me for years
January 6, 2012 by Rosemerry
the floors themselves
laughed when it fit on my foot
the glass slipper
*
do you want a bag
for those, said the woman
who sold me my wings
*
it was no thicker
than a word mid air, that wall
that trapped me for years
Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged haiku, happiness, poems, what confines us, wings | 4 Comments
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I like the implied escape that runs between these three, and not just an ordinary escape, but a fairy escape. Each haiku emphasizing a barrier but the storyline between them plotting the escape.
Nice!
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