Authors Note: I'm back! Since I have received such lovely and supportive feedback for 'Secrets of the Sole', I thought I'd add another selection, hopefully for your enjoyment. This one is considerably shorter [ thank goodness!] and is an 'I Am From' poem, from the POV of Glinda, who I have a very difficult time writing for. Strictly book-verse. As always, feedback is appreciated.
Disclaimer: I own naught but my laptop. 'Wicked' and all its incarnations are the property of their respective owners. In this case, Gregory Maguire.
I am from the shimmer and silk,
from rose perfume on the summer breeze.
I am from sparkling glitter and ribbons and lace,
from Daddy's little princess and Mommy's elfin china doll.
I am from fairy-tales, princes and crowns,
from the taste of sweets and saffron cream.
Memoirs from behind a sapphire gaze,
enraptured the by sheen of her mother's pearls.
I am from rustling skirts and secret smiles,
from dainty steps in pinching shoes, clicking as they go.
I am from twisting truths with a silver tongue,
from the bitter tang of little white lies.
I am from false friendships and false features,
another step on Society's stair.
From memories of a painted face beneath a head of golden curls,
reflected in a diamond glass, the pretty face of a porcelain girl.
I am from the satin sash and scholar's shawl,
from the scream of trains and their haze of smoke
that blurs the edges of reality.
I am from tea with lemon and sugar, stirred with a silver spoon,
and a cautious friendship with the grasshopper girl.
From the talent and inclination for goodness,
and painful reminiscences of a City of Emeralds,
where four simple words became a final farewell.
I am from forced smiles and flattering speech,
In a world of smoke and glamour and mirrors:
Not all is as it seems.
If I have in any way violated the TOS of in posting this, please notify me. I would however like to note that I reviewed the TOS prior to posting, but may have missed something :)
Feedback appreciated. Reviews make my day!