Dancing and singing
(like that is normal)
on a whim
to keep the plot moving-
She was the hellcat
left in the cold,
and he waved his wand
putting spells on her
as though the snow
would melt at his touch.
I wanted her to sing alone.
I mean, she could have danced
all night without him.
2 comments:
You've got a real talent for finishing a poem. The end of this does what it should--turns things around and makes me read the poem again.
thanks Nathan...this was after watching "My Fair Lady"
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