Fairy Godmother

Fairy Godmother prose poem

Uploaded by Peter Anderson

Can you hear her voice calling out your name?
Whispering in your dream to come and play the game

Come to me my angel it’s time to take a ride
Place your head inside the loop and we will surely glide

Sailing over oceans, blown above the trees
Your little body dangling and swinging in the breeze

Drifting between the twilight that separates night from day
Hanging by a noose, while in the wind you sway

Slowly descending down towards a guiding light
Straw hands around your ankles pulling like a kite

Button eyes and stitched on smile a scarecrow throws you to the floor
The light is from a farm house, spilling around a shadow in the door

Scarecrows plucking screaming children from the air
Snatching and grabbing without a care

Clowns prowl between the scarecrows deciding who’ll be next
Little bundles of clothes nothing more than whimpering objects

Carried over the shoulder or dragged by the hair
You try to wake but this is no longer just another nightmare

Fairy Godmother is waiting for you, in her kitchen with a knife
There’ll be no happily ever after as she’s going to end your life

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Who am I?"- English by birth, Scouser by luck, living in South Africa by choice- Paid to cook, hypnotizes for fun and writes poems because I cant stop- Insomniac, chain smoker, sour worm addict- Bulldogs, Motorbikes and Liverpool football club- Dreamer, realist and slighty depressed
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