more gourd than orange with salmon red crenelations.
We were waiting for a brace of horses
to take us to the ball. I had no gown, no glass slippers,
but soot covered the ground dark as night.
The Uber horses never arrived.
They were booked for a more lucrative fairytale.
So they sent an Easter bunny the color of coal.
Instead of whisking me away, he set to
eating the seeds, leaving a pile of black eggs
perhaps as punishment for calling him last minute.
Prince Charming was running late and sent Jack instead.
But he has two left feet and ate Englishmen for breakfast.
Fairy Godmother was sleeping it off in the corner
muttering how someone had mixed up her spells
and everything was coming out all wrong.
The world had turned to ashes. Needing a scapegoat,
she blamed the long shadows of crows loitering in the car park.
No one was going to get out of this carnival dead or alive.
4/1/24 Molly Fisk Poem a Day
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