The Prompt for this poem was to take a domestic situation and relate to a surreal vs real scenario. Had a bit of writer’s block today but here we go:
These words
Once ripe-
Bursting for you
Now washed out
Hang limp
Pegged and dry
Ready to fold away
Nothing left to say
Cinderella is home
Her prince has gone astray
As I prepared another load
I recalled the princess and the toad….
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