Never Land

January 12, 2011
She is straight out of some twisted fairytale
Of glass shoes stepping on eggshells. Echoing
to the back of the room, in the last seat.
Asking if she could please borrow your pencil.
Softly. Hesitant. Like some careful creature
caught in Never Land where tapping her shoes
Won’t get her home, but she’ll try anyways.
Praying eraser shavings on the desk
Were fairy-dust or magic something
to make this all a little less tragic.
When she flings wishes at stars taped to her walls
For the strength to save herself and say
her name without a timid question mark.
Like a windowpane before the rock hits.

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Wellbez said...
Feb. 5, 2011 at 7:35 pm
Good job. i really like the combination of fairytales
Nikki14 said...
Jan. 25, 2011 at 5:51 pm
wow! I love that it tells a story. Very creative
IHScout said...
Jan. 24, 2011 at 4:28 pm
Awesome poem....made me think of the times when I used to think about things this way. Thoughtful, clever, and special. Nice job!!!
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