[CLOSED] - Poets Pub 2020 - Biggest Competition Ever Vol. 1

An Evening Of Magic (AwSprite) wk-4

An Evening Of Magic

Tiny fingers pulling and stretching

That raggedy rag, once a dress

Housed in her wardrobe, no hint

Of its worn rag-tag. Steam rising

To man-handle her corkscrew curls,

From a cauldron wheezing in her

Warming hand swirls. Lifting her

Limply lying frock once more,

Tugging and huffing before looking

At the floor - her brow puckering in

A sugar sweet frown, she began

Lifting her skirts as she peered

Deep down. Into the bubbling soapy

Water she gazed, while the grass, the

Birds and the bees became a golden

Haze. When a sudden splash

Sprinkling the dandelions glistened,

The hollyhocks tilting their heads to

Listen. Into the cauldron her figure

Vanished, under the clear skies she

Had been banished, clinging to her

Old dress swimming away, she found

Herself falling into the night, that had

Been the day. Landing on her feet, her

Hair in her eyes, her old dress she was

Wearing now new, a perfect picture

For sunrise.