The Three Nights of Cinderella by Deborah Landers

The first was made of sunshine—

Warm, radiant, and pure.

I wore it to the ball

With Confidence as jewels rare

And Pride tucked in my fan.

I drew the eye of every guest.

I held them all transfixed

And left with the midnight hour.

The second was made of moonbeams—

Cool against my skin and trembling like new-fallen dew.

I wore it to the ball

With Mystery draped across my shoulders

And Grace sewn in my hem.

I drew the feet of every guest,

Caught in my ebbing tides,

And left with the midnight hour.

The last was made with starlight—

Rare and quiet and revealing.

I wore it to the ball.

The only jewels were my eyes

And I came with empty hands, exposed.

I drew the heart of just one guest.

When we danced, we held Honesty between us.

When we talked, Sincerity sat on our tongues.

When I walked away, I set Love aside

And left with the midnight hour.


Tirzah Allen