Chthonic happy endings,
a gown and glass slippers,
seams split, glass shattered,
a splintered girl,
gleaned pristine into fairytale translucence,
peering at her
lacey gaps stitched together,
ruffles of beautiful configurations,
landscapes prevailing her loveliness lost
A barricaded view,
she throws freedom skyward,
caught by storm-raged windowpanes
on watered-down whiskey-tinged nights
process notes: None of the prompts spoke to me, while I was searching through them last night. So, I decided to change things up a bit by turning the NaPoWriMo “bride” prompt on its ear. This is an old poem of mine revisited and revamped. I think I like this one better. You tell me… Here is the link to the old one.
Chthonic: 1. Dwelling in or under the earth. 2. Related to the underworld of ancient gods and spirits who tend to be evil.