Salvaging the Feathers…

Salvaging the Feathers of Pegasus

(my coffee didn’t get cold)

I was sitting in my creative corner.

I placed few scented sheets

in front of me with hope 

To create a poetic masterpiece.

My Pegasus was taking a nap

on my feet. I was hoping

The aroma of my morning coffee 

will wake him up.

I collected a bowl with happy moments

from my distance and the near-by past. 

I put on the page delightful emotions,

joyful rhymes and a whole bunch

of preposition marks.

The poetic feather got wormer.

Then, its flame lightened the corner. 

I was inspired! I was writing until...Fire! 

My Pegasus got scared and flew away fast,

he no more desired my poetic extravaganza.

He didn’t care for any stanza or verse.

and flew through the chimney.

The chimney turned into wreck.

The wreck slid down the roof,

And the roof collapsed…right on my head. 

The whole universe turned into flying feathers.

(Like the rings of Saturn, you know). 

The wings of Pegasus flashed naked.

I barely balanced on one toe, thinking

“O-o-o, Surprise! My coffee didn’t get cold.”

By Petrouchka Alexieva

From: United States