Tink

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.


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C. Sanchez-Garcia