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?”