Cinderella by Sylvia Plath

The prince leans to the girl in scarlet heels,

Her green eyes slant, hair flaring in a fan

As silver as the rondo slows; now reels

Begin on tilted violins to span

The whole revolving tall glass palace hall

Where guest slide gliding into light like wine;

Rose candles flicker on the lilac wall

Reflecting in a million flagons’ shine,

And glided couples all in whirling trance

Follow holiday revel begun long since,

Until near twelve the strange girl at once

Guilt-stricken halts, pales, clings to the prince

As amid the hectic music and cocktail talk

She hears the caustic ticking of the clock.


3 thoughts on “Cinderella

  1. Nicole says:

    I’ve really just been picking poems I love, so I’ll just keep doing that I guess. There will definitely be more Sylvia Plath, I love her too! Such a fantastic writer! There will also be more Shel Silverstein and Lewis Carroll as well!

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