The Footprints Of Her Years


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She spilled

A trail of tears

Along the footprints of

Her years.


At first she was the


The apple of her parents’


Half-grown, she had become

The Black Beauty

Sitting on the class’s



When she first met him,

He was her wizard.


Of the dazzling blue eyes.


They all followed him

Like cattle.

She swooned

Into his charm.

Into what she believed to be

His tender and true



But her prince charming

Turned into

The Czar

Who wielded

A sharp tongue like a

Purple sword.

Who called her



A lazy housewife.


With her

No longer his

Purple queen,

He left in search of


Found his golden acre.



And she,

In tears of ice

Wept storms,

As blue fire

Drew Aurora Borealis

Across her broken heart.




For dVerse poetics



30 thoughts on “The Footprints Of Her Years

  1. Wow, you used most of the terms, working them stoutly into your fairy tale analogy. This tale of a black teenager is well penned, and your word play is excellent.

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    • Wow, thank you for this amazing comment and feedback and support, Sarah! πŸ™‚ I think it was such a creative prompt it drew up creative juices in many of us! πŸ™‚
      So glad you liked it! πŸ™‚


  2. Naama, this is truly clever, you usec almost all of the words, and wove a talse so emotive, her adult love phase brought tears to my eyes.
    Stay safe

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