{"id":1720,"date":"2018-05-28T09:56:35","date_gmt":"2018-05-28T16:56:35","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/?p=1720"},"modified":"2018-05-28T09:56:35","modified_gmt":"2018-05-28T16:56:35","slug":"cinderellas-pumpkin-by-colleen-anderson","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/?p=1720","title":{"rendered":"Cinderella’s Pumpkin by Colleen Anderson"},"content":{"rendered":"

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After the prince satisfied his quest
\ninstalling my dainty foot
\nin the mink shoe he married
\nme added to his collection<\/p>\n

Those long lonely days
\nas my transformation took place
\nmice and lizards my fey staff
\na pumpkin transmuted into a coach
\nand pair, rags to glamour<\/p>\n

After all, we met on looks alone
\nmy bedazzlement with influence
\nmore than I could use dissipated
\nonce I had a chance to think
\nto take a breath, loosen my corset<\/p>\n

The prince moved away
\non kingdom needs, another quest
\nor a dragon lady to bind
\nI had been a machine dumping ashes
\nsifting cinders, baking, scouring
\na perfect world for the privileged<\/p>\n

I itched to bring order
\nto a palace already in its place
\nevery servant jealously guarding
\ntheir realm of right and duty<\/p>\n

In boredom I contacted my enchanted guardian
\nbut not for gowns nor enthralling
\ntrysts with dashing rulers
\nthis time I wished to change again, take flight
\nlearn the skills of riding out of reach<\/p>\n

Another gourd became my sedan
\na race into the country
\nagainst the dragging time
\nto save my life for a day
\nwith russet foxes and dormice
\nmy new and feral attendants
\nalways maintaining an uncultivated glint
\nin the depths of their eyes
\nmy heart <\/p>\n

I raced the trees through the passage
\nof endless repetition to find
\na space where I could be
\nI lost the track of appointments
\nand trails until I ran wild
\nin a field of rodents and vixens
\nkicking along a great orange pumpkin<\/p>\n

Women often seem to run afoul
\nof curses, witches and evil stepmothers
\nliving under the demands of one
\nor the other until virtue wins
\na place in a man\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s world<\/p>\n

I ran through meadows
\npunting the gourd with my petite
\nyet sturdy peasant feet
\nuntil a man named Peter
\nfound me in his field
\nHe understands the land
\nthe grains, the woodland mede
\nthe need to touch the earth
\nfeel the fecund thrills of growth<\/p>\n

When he noticed my feet
\nit was not because of rare furs
\nthat encased them nor of a size
\nthat denoted something to protect
\na delicate keepsake for within castle walls<\/p>\n

But how my toes gripped the soil
\nthat I outran his greyhound
\nWe laughed in the crescent moonlight
\nshadows danced as we chased the pumpkin
\nskittering helter skelter
\nuntil a tree delivered its demise<\/p>\n

It took the rupturing fruit
\nits scent infused us with a need
\nto dig into the deep dark loam
\nburrow like feasting worms
\ncrawl beneath the leaves<\/p>\n

I left behind a perfect life
\nto live with a farmer
\nbut when they say he kept me
\nvery well it means he won\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t take
\nthe king\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s rubies nor sacks of gold
\nknows I own my self, free to leave
\nwhenever my feet demand<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

After the prince satisfied his quest installing my dainty foot in the mink shoe he married me added to his collection Those long lonely days as my transformation took place mice and lizards my fey staff a pumpkin transmuted into a coach and pair, rags to glamour After all, we met on looks alone my […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[17],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1720","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1720","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1720"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1720\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1723,"href":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1720\/revisions\/1723"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1720"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1720"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1720"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}