from clicked heels,
I would dance among
swans and not breathe this
tepid air of boiling pots and
foul spells. My bitter, green
flesh curses me to fly on a stick
of wood and weed when my feet
wish to balance on satin toes with a
princess's grace. Even my spirit that fears
water's splash would dare to spread its wings across a
crystal lake unburdened by misery's reflection in its mirror. Free me
from this land of Oz where I am tied to lies glistening in emerald stones.
Let me dance on dreams to music that plays more than a melody of remorse.
©Susie Clevenger 2014
Fireblossom over at Real Toads has us doing mash-ups. She challenged us to take a well known character or actual person and placed them in a situation no one has thought to place them in before. I chose the unlikely scenario of the witch from the Wizard of Oz wishing she could dance in the ballet, Swan Lake.