May 29, 2019
Unanswered Prayers: Reflections of Social Media
©️ NZain 🙂 Robotewske
Traffic. Was. Terrible.
By the time my carriage arrived at The Ball
Cocktails had been served
And all “The Besties” taken.
I watched as
Girls in taffeta, jockeyed
But the Prince, already obviously quite intoxicated
With a certain seductress—so
Not this time. Not this year.
Ahh—not all was lost…
Me and four other late-to-the-ball-comers gathered together outside; in a manicured
garden, around an old
stone fountain—under a smiling
(I wish I could write the fragrance of every flower so you, dear reader, could understand-you will just have to take my word–it was a perfect evening.)
Told one another our
Fears and Hopes.
And after a while-
“Hey my feet hurt!”
And looking down-
Raising our skirts
Realizing each wore a pair of dainty glass slippers—entirely too small—we laughed.
In turn—flung those shoes-of-illusion
Into the old stone fountain—thanking our fairy-godmothers
For unanswered prayers.
They were quietly and inconspicuously watching
From inside a near by gardenia bush–smiling to one another.
And just at that moment
At the eleventh hour
Several young butlers
(Might I add also quite charming in their tuxedos)
Appeared as if destiny–
On a low balcony
Upon hearing our giggles.
Our naked feet now quite green
Stained with pure joy and chlorophyll
“Would any of you ladies care to dance with a few gentlemen?”
And they kicking off their shoes and rolling up their pant-legs
Joined us on the old manicured lawn, around the old stone fountain, under that old smiling moon…
How to describe the feeling-dancing barefoot in the soft grass? A thousand and eight words would bore you to tears and still not be enough to explain.
You simply must experience it for yourself.
But please. Just take my word. It was a perfect evening.
The solidarity of sisterhood was born on that evening. Five strong.
And as for the Prince?
Well, after the intoxicants climaxed to a crescendo of caterwauling and taffeta tearing—
We could only imagine what happened next. For we were each in turn all safely back home in our beds fast asleep before the clock struck midnight.
But we sure heard about it the next day.