Right Through the Slippers

Adali offered Father’s stranger more wine.

We all knew he’d accept.

On our way to the woods though,

Someone stepped upon my dress.

“Oh Yseult,”

Conradine cried.

“Stop imagining things”

They didn’t think I was right.

The trees were beautiful every time

We walked the paths by the midnight moon.

The first was silver,

The second gold,

But we all loved diamonds the most.

Again I could feel someone following:

The trees never made a sound.

“Oh Yseult,”

Ediline hushed.

“You really are too old for these games.”

They didn’t think I was right.

I tugged on Galiana’s left glove-

We’d always been close-

Thinking she’d believe me this once.

But the boys in the boats were too tempting for us.

I told Oskar there was something wrong,

The boat was too heavy for him to row.

“Oh Yseult,”

Irmuska gasped.

“You didn’t even eat today!”

They didn’t think I was right.

Within minutes we arrived

At our sanctuary, our dancing hall.

We laced up our shoes

But I watched the boat groan and rock.

“Oh Yseult,”

Katchen teased.

“That’s just the tide pulling it in.”

They didn’t think I was right.

Hours passed as I danced

With my Oskar.

However, the sinking feeling

We’d been caught lingered.

“Oh Yseult,”

Magnild snorted.

“Your delusioning is quite perturbing.”

They didn’t think I was right.

Oskar took me away

To the side of the room.

He knew my shoes had worn straight through.

I watched out the corner of my eye

A golden chalice float away.

“Oh Yseult,”

Otylia reprimanded.

“Your childish ways are far too much!”

They didn’t think I was right.

The brothers rowed me

And my sisters back home.

Kissing us each goodnight,

They returned to their boats

Thinking we’d see them tomorrow.

I heard a creaking sound behind us.

Once again I tried to warn them.

“Oh Yseult,”

Rille rolled her beautiful eyes.

“Please stop being stupid for once.”

They didn’t think I was right.

We returned to our bedroom

Without further commotion.

When we arrived though

Our secret door would not close.

“Oh Yseult,”

Tieran chided.

“I know you’re youngest, but you can’t be that weak.”

They didn’t think I was right.

Father’s stranger was right in his bed

Snoring loud as inhumanly possible.

I knew it couldn’t be real

So I tried to reason with my sister’s again.

“Oh Yseult,”

Viheke yawned.

“Go to sleep now, you’re far too tired.”

They didn’t think I was right.

When the morning arrived

Father threw open our door.

The anger and happiness

Flowed from him moronically.

In his left hand were branches

Silver, gold, and diamond.

In his right

Was Oskar’s chalice.

Behind him was Father’s stranger

Smug and pleased.

He requested Adali’s hand in marriage,

Just as Father promised.

“Oh Yseult,”

My eleven sisters cried in unison.

“We should have listened!”

They didn’t think I was right.

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