By Julie Catherine Vigna Sonnet III: Beginnings In bare and dusty feet she wields her broom With none save cat, and creatures of the light To break the days spent work-worn in the gloom Or twilight by the cinders, black as night Her clothes just rags, and meagre scraps for food To drudge, to toil, her daily lot— her strife As days go by with naught to break her mood Though tasks done perfect, lonely is her life While siblings, not of blood, take center stage Bark orders, preen and scorn this cinder lass Whose tender heart lives not inside a cage But walks in beauty, none that can surpass This cinder girl— the fairest in the land Knows not, one day, a prince will seek her hand. Sonnet IV: The Ball She met him at the ball, a charming prince Who eyed the heav’nly vision gowned in blue Her shining spirit did his mind convince— Through time eternal, his love would be true His soul enraptured, loving at first glance Such winsome maid that brought his voice to hush And she, with trust; her heart lost with each dance Was innocence; upon her cheeks a blush In sweet romance, they waltzed across the floor But for each other, they could be alone— Then sounded clock; fair maiden raced for door With sinking heart, her prince chased, but she’d flown At stroke of midnight, she fled castle fair Her crystal slipper, found upon the stair. Sonnet V: The Prince Forlorn, the prince searched high and low, the lands His kingdom reigned— for she who stole his heart On strange, enchanted night, all princely plans Were rent; so now, he knew where he must start Each maid must fit glass slipper sure to foot And though they tried, all maids from every home Alas, no woman’s toes could be input— In dainty shoe, so further he must roam He came upon the cottage where she dwelled Though sisters tried to block her from his sight Saw beauty through the dust, and his heart swelled Her golden smile assured him he was right— The cinder girl, whose foot fit like a glove As she looked up, he knew he’d found his love. Sonnet VI: Happy Ever After ‘Tis just a tale, a fable for young girl Of Cinderella, and her charming prince It sets a standard, puts her mind awhirl No man could measure, ever to convince That life and love when seen through rosy glass Like slippers, only fit in books and lore— True love, for real, when given just a pass Could be the one you wanted evermore But even so, a fairy tale come true May happen, when least thought that it could be I tell myself that, when I’m feeling blue Some day my prince will come to rescue me Always longing, through my tears and laughter — Dream of love, and happy ever after. Julie Catherine Vigna is a Canadian author and poet, living in British Columbia, Canada. She recently self-published her debut book of poetry, “Poems of Living, Loving & Lore.” These poems are among the entries for the Society of Classical Poets’ 2012 Poetry Competition.