Her faerie name each silver moment chimes
Wild blonde, primly bunned, and big blue eyes
Scanty leafed skirt ‘round ballerina thighs
Swoops dragonfly wings chanting nursery rhymes.
With fireflies in mason jar she seethes
Caught, sweetly proud, unbowed as Lucifer
While apish boy snaps bubble gum at her.
The winged girl sulks and scolds but never pleads.
Faerie girls will in faerie tales believe
And so Our Lady of the Broken Wings.
Peter will fly with sword and set her free
If she but wish upon a star and sing.
Poor magic girl in our hard world resides
Where the heroes fail and the magic dies.