Clear plates of glass,
On each plate a pattern
Of colors and shapes,
Bright and curious,
Purely abstract
Yet intricately related.
As they are stacked
One by one,
Each sitting on the next,
A form emerges—
A delicate pair of
Red high heels.
I am as excited as
Cinderella finding her
Glass Slipper.
Enchanted,
Enchanted,
I know these shoes are made for me.
They fit perfectly.
Red high heels—
Slippers made of glass
That strike me
With wonder.
Today's prompt: write a poem reflecting on a piece of art. I chose a piece I saw several times in the Hunter Museum in Chattanooga. I say here that they fit me because this is one of the pieces that really connected with me and grew me in my love of art. Such a small piece but such a big impact on me.
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