Today I'm in-between dreams, trying to teach
the Little Alien in my mind that I'm old enough
to play the role of a Witch, big nose and warts,
but he refuses & conjures a mermaid singing
an beguiling song of still being a fairy queen or
if that's too much, a ballerina balanced on the
cusp between flying fairies and ballet dancers
soaring through the air taking off on their toes;
my witch-project to provide me with a second
skin, and to try to be aloof AT people, doesn't
Gain the cooperation of the Little Alien; even
trying to imagine me as Granny Weatherwax
going borrowing through eagle eyes - does
not cut the ice, my credit card balance sheet
tells a story of dreams buying black lace and
scarves for my witch-scenario so that I can
redefine myself, yet the Alien only whispers
Susan Death in my ear - happily he dances
away waving pages of my favourite Terry
Pratchett books, and immediately I become
A member of the Disc World fraternity since
the wonder of the magic world's too enticing
to withstand; as I remember Tiffany learning
witching and her disappointment when she
discovers that it consists of menial jobs and
illusions, my heart follows the Alien and soon
I'm a fairy floating over to Pixie Dell to watch
Tinkerbell restoring the Moon Stone with a
diamond-laser focused light and the hard,
black outline of this world disappears as my
Translucent wings unfold - and off I go…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Little Alien comes in mind in dream. Gaining cooperation from little alien is very interesting definitely. Heart follows soon the feelings. Very wonderfully drafted and shared poem this is.10