...Now when the night came for the royal ball Cinderella ... the Cinder Maid had to help the two sisters to dress in their fine dresses and saw them drive off in the carriage with her father and their mother. But she went to her own mother's grave and sat beneath the hazel tree and wept and cried out:
Tree o' mine, O tree o' me,
With my tears I've watered thee;
Make me a lady fair to see,
Dress me as splendid as can be... [The Cinder Maid;Europe; Joseph Jacobs]
continuing the Cinderella Syndrome or What every girl should have; well!!! at least once in her lifetime, anyways...in haiku/haibun style throughout the month of August; e-mail me or add your contributions at comments; to be included in the day's post
9 comments:
you rock, love the story, can't wait to see the many rebellions ;)
wonderful!
THANKS lorraine and Frieda
much love
gillena
interesting...!
An unusual take on the word. Nice one.
excellent interpretation of this prompt. we can learn a lot from trees. :<)
Very interesting!
What a beautiful tale. In fairy tales, wishes can come true!
Geraldine, Anthony, WG, Harshad, Sandra
Thanks for dropping in
much love...
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