NaPoWriMo 2013 Day 18 ~ We Judge a Broom by its Flier

We judge a broom by its flyer

thinking wicked has no heart.

Red shoes with bright glitter

spoke of going home for one

and holding on to a memory for another.

Four hands one prize made

two spirits fight for what

they already possessed.

A young girl always had home within her

and a witch didn’t need magic shoes

to help her remember.

Compromise was never mentioned.

It was a tug of war between

I will get my wish and you won’t.

Clicking heels found Kansas

while a bucket of water

left melting green slush.

©Susie Clevenger 2013

Izy at Real Toads challenged us to use the word melting,but it was with a catch. The poem must not contain elements of fire or ice: no heat, no cold. I chose to use my poetic license and twist the movie version of The Wizard of Oz into my own interpretation. Oh, and Izy didn't say the whole poem had to be about melting. :)