Poetry

Glass Slipper

Glass Slipper

My beautiful, blue-eyed boy
grown so tall and strong and strange,
able to make a living not a life,
beloved but ill-equipped to love
your lovely, laughing girl
who barely hesitates as he draws her
into the slow, somnambulant dance
of the unrequited,
taking up the 3:4 rhythm
like a heart born to falter.

Jillian Pattinson

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