Fantasy Poem

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