Kae Bochar

48 hour notice

she spells  words on pink paper with her finger and

throws the envelope across the room…fevers of

silence

shudder through her apartment as

she cries for fairy godmothers to

free her from poverty’s shackles…

wicked  stepsisters cackle and

weave straw into her hair …whip

marks the spot where

she fails to turn

straw into

bricks…

pailful shivers rattle

sand…and

oceans threaten to slurp over her life and

swallow her…

she

watches…

light bulb flicks once…flicks twice..for

$900 she would pay if

she could but

she can’t…

flicker once and wish for

fairy godmothers…

flicker twice and remember Yah…

pink is swallowed by darkness

she cries for someone to

save…to

pass over her fears…

to draw a

line in the sand

that darkness can’t

cross

Published by Kae Bochar

Hi, my name is Kae Bochar. Thanks for stopping by. I was born in the Florida Keys, but grew up in the Bay Area before migrating south for college. I completed my bachelor’s in English at Fresno Pacific University in California, where I minored in Christian ministry. I have also had the privilege of serving as a youth pastor. In addition to teaching special needs students and raising four children, I also studied Special Education as a graduate student at FPU. I have now been writing for over twenty years. Recently, I have written articles for iPatriot, and I am in the process of converting my front room into a greenhouse. I like storing humor and greenery, weeds and poetry, in mental tin cans. You will find my humanitarian dreams and political leanings organized accordingly. Feel free to dig through my buckets…

28 comments

  9. Reading this modern poetic take on Cinderella was so powerful! There is so much action packed, so many emotions brought about, so much truth and experience shared in your tale. I loved the ending so much “she cries for someone to / save…to / pass over her fears… / to draw a / line in the sand / that darkness can’t / cross” The rhythm, the imagery are so powerful. They resonate with me. Thank you for sharing that. It was a pleasure to read your lines.

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