A Shiny Bauble Dragon-Fly (Rev.) Poem by Margaret Alice

Lost a dream today, lost ability
to fantasize, buying trinkets
being dreams, wooden dolls
with happy smiles, little twirling
snake-like things, a shiny bauble
dragon-fly and purple strings

And everything is changed this
rainy day within the coloured
fizz of soothing smiles and James
Mokotong’s harmonies, a clear
soprano voice which resonates
cleansing turgid atmosphere

Life’s permit has no client right
to export pests and pathogens to
foreign climes. My dragon-fly leaves
line of sight, barred by need of
inter-governmental phytosanitary
border control contingency

My sour dour-faced fairy making
way without a smile, she has no
charm nor magic words arraigned
to help me through this torrid day…