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Jamie Wasserman
2 Poems
Cinderella
Cinderella, like the phoenix,
rose out of her own ashes,
stretching her diaphanous arms like wings
before her fairy godmother
who told her,
"You can do anything but fly, child"
and Cinderella looked up,
watched the birds
make shadows of her dress
and sighed,
removed her glass slippers
and handed them to her fairy godmother,
"I will settle for nothing less
than the hazel branches as my bed,
the sky as my kitchen table."
Briar Rose
Briar Rose,
asleep behind rows of thorns
clinging like barbed wire,
waits to rise like Lazarus.
One eye always open,
one eye always shut,
This is how you should
view the world;
still and ageless on one side,
transfixed with the impossible color
of dreams on the other.
Jamie Wasserman lives in Maryland where he is the Managing Editor for the online literary journal,
The Alsop Review. His poems have appeared
or are forthcoming in Magma, Kimera, Cross-Connect, and others. He received a
1999 Baltimore Artscape nomination for poetry.
Email Jamie Wasserman at wassermj@gumballpoetry.com.
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