Evening Classes (Marsha’s Poem)

Her purposeful clicks are echoing up from the yellow brick floor

as she strides towards the door in her immaculate ruby slippers.

The bubbling chatter fades as she slowly turns the doorknob

only a single curl of sapphire smoke still rises in the corner

vanishing in mortification at a twitch of her dark arched eyebrow.

She surveys the gathered faces, her eyes sparkle in anticipation

“Shall we begin” she says, in a voice that tastes like lemon drops

falling from rainbow skies, high above the bluebirds join in song.

They practice their scales in glorious full Technicolor

coiling their tales into the moon, till the night’s cool air glows purple.

As she smiles the room ignites, flames billowing to the heavens.

She releases the tiny silver stars from her dark velvet pockets

“wonderful” she cries “and now, who will fly me home tonight?”

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14 responses to “Evening Classes (Marsha’s Poem)

  1. Absolutely magical, Abi! The colors…the lemon drop voice. Marsha will be delighted!

  2. lol…lovely Abi! I loved this line: ““Shall we begin” she says, in a voice that tastes like lemon drops falling from rainbow skies, high above the bluebirds join in song.” 🙂

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