POSTCARD POETRY FEST: August 17 2013

If you know me, you know how I adore feet.  I practiced reflexology for years in a medical office and I’ve knit more socks than you or I can imagine.  Feet are the root of happiness.  However, I have met many who hide their feet, who don’t want anyone to see them.  I could go on and on about this subject but this is a bit of background for poem # 17.

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Photo credit:  Michael C. Michaud google

If I were Cinderella—

Don’t look at me like that—

If I were—

Stop looking at my feet.

If I were Cinderella–

not that wimpy little victim

girl Walt Disney purified–

I’d be a real woman.

 

Okay, take a gander.

Examine my feet:

Perfect conformation.

Dancers would die for my arch.

Never mind, if I were Cinderella,

I wouldn’t take time with you.

  C.J. Prince

   ©2013

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I write. I read. I write and read...I listen to raindrops on begonias, talk to ravens, dance with dragons. I practice Tai Chi in a barn, I sleep with earth stones and tarot cards. I celebrate each day. Join me!
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