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Again
It’s midnight again
the pumpkin coach arrives
driver impatient, steeds snorting in the mist
And she’s dreaming again
of a house by a lake
of a chocolate father and gingerbread mother
just the three of them
on a glass-bottomed boat out in the lake
on a Sunday afternoon,
of a childhood that she dreams
she could call her own
somewhere, somehow
It’s midnight again
the coachman is impatient
her real childhood awaits
the ugly sisters are cold and waiting
she needs to stoke the grate, light the coals
She climbs aboard, the horses move forward
her dream now forgotten
she resigns herself to reality
smiles to herself, checks her left foot
yes it is bare and she knows that soon
the prince will come to rescue her again
This happens every week
bank holidays excluded
© Johnmichael Simon
2018
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