Poetics Aside Prompt: Write a science fiction or fantasy poem
It seems entirely
Out-of-character
For this logical
And practical mother
To don glass slippers
And an evening gown
As her pumpkin chariot
Draws her to town
It does not seem
Like her at all
To attend
a midnight ball
With the rest of her kind
Parental royalty
Dressed up like they were
Twenty-three
We had forgotten
Until given a chance
That we were weightless air
As we danced and danced
Until the tolling clock
In the old church tower
Reminded us primly
Of the waning night-hour
We tipped the door-man
Or was it a lion?
Climbing onto the bare back
Of a prancing white stallion
With a flourish we departed
Sailing over the trees
Oh Pegasus, tell me kindly
What they put in the punch…please?
© Janet Martin
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