(I think my repetitive rant poetry is getting a bit stale subject-wise and felt more inspired today to try explore a fairy tale twist idea I’ve had for a while. Hopefully more of this will follow.)
It wasn’t what it used to be,
being a Fairy Godmother.
The role used to be appreciated,
sacred,
with young women
longing to wish upon a star
and have a dream granted
Now there were demands,
and complaints,
that had forced restrictions
on the profession
and dulled its magic.
Martha wasn’t sure
she could do it anymore.
Scribbled Thoughts 