Inventor
I did not want to be a princess,
even though I love a prince.
My mind is filled with cogs and wheels,
plans and drawings, secrets and ashes,
and the memory of a mother long passed.
To do what I must, I wander at night
through the halls, down the stairs,
to my underground room,
where my ideas meet my talent.
One day I won't hide the person I am.
I will stand proud and excited.
Not a servant, not an orphan,
but an inventor by right.
This is a poem written from the viewpoint of the main character in this marvelous tale. I strongly urge you to read it! I loved it. Here is the link:http://www.amazon.com/Mechanica-Betsy-Cornwell/dp/0547927711/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1429640759&sr=8-1&keywords=Mechanica
Hooray! More power to girls who want to be engineers. Good write. :-)
ReplyDeleteYay! Girl power! Thanks!
DeleteOoh! This does sound really good! Thank you for piquing my interest with this poem. Even the formatting of the words feels well suited to the subject matter. Nice.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Rommy! I really loved this take on Cinderella!
DeleteYou had me at cogs and wheels.
ReplyDeleteAh, Ben, thanks for being a Steampunk pushover!
DeleteThe imagery is powerful. Those wheels made sounds in my head. Your poem makes me want to meet this lady, who is a warrior in her petticoats and while she kisses her prince. ♥
ReplyDeleteThanks! I would love to see someone do a version of this Cinderella tale!
DeleteThis is the neatest way to review a book I've run across, Sharon--now I am really interested in this character--you gave her such depth.
ReplyDeleteShe was wonderful! Great role model for young girls! Thank you!
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