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That was no ordinary twister,
Mister, and Dorothy had a dream
and now she’s on the hunt for
just the right shade of crimson
heels. Blue and white check
and black MaryJanes are,
at best, as country bumpkin
as it gets, and she’s had a taste
of the just-right click of yellow
brick, and emeralds. Auntie Em
disapproves, of course. And you
and you and you were there, but
now you’re frowning, doubting
her judgment and her sanity
and her desire for pretty feet. No
need to worry. It’s just that she’s
heard a faint cackle from the West,
and she’s thinking it’s best that she
work up the courage (heart, wicked
smarts) to find her way back (home).
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Love it!
I do love that ending. 😉
Beautiful. Now can you write one about “Goodfellas” my other favorite film? 🙂
Ooh, me too!!!
I was just gonna say that. 🙂
Oh she do deserve those slippers.. Why do people have to be so tight about it?
work up the courage (heart, wicked
smarts) to find her way back (home).
Love this! ❤ ❤
You are just making my day, Ms. De. This is such a delight. Wouldn’t this make a fine poetic prompt? We might learn about new tales from all over the globe and be able to reframe those which have been a part of our lives forever.
Sounds like a fantastic Poetics prompt to me! 🙂
Lovely piece.
OZ was my mothers favorite film. She passed away at 39, & the movie was made in 1939, & I think she saw it 39 times; oh, the synchronicity is killer. Yes, this fantastical concept would make a fine prompt indeed. I’m ready for it; fire when ready.
Glenn, in the late 80s I babysat a girl who wanted to watch it EVERY Friday night. Sometimes twice. She called herself Dorothy for two full years. 😉
And that’s crazy young to lose your mom. I’m so sorry.
Love the Wizard of Oz and your take on it. I especially like the “you and you and you were there” part.
This is delicious in form, in background and in words. I’m always taken with your poetic style, and when you bring this kind of allusion into your work… Well, I just fall in love anew.
Well, the right kind of shoes ARE important after all!! They definitely must click well together …. that is a prerequisite to buying!! Smiles.
The right shoes are of utmost importance but so agree they couldn’t be found in a Kansas hardware store. 🙂 I’m so thoroughly entertained by your writing, De, always such creativity and fun.
Whoo, hoo! I guess if you can’t go barefoot something in sparkling ruby will do 😉
Ok…I’m over the rainbow on this one….and I don’t even like Oz!! 🙂
This poem is on a pinnacle, for story-telling, for thought-provoking=ness and for sheer excellence of poetic writing. I am in awe.
This is cleverly done.
Once you have a taste of that Oz magic, it’s hard to be satisfied with Kansas. Clever and wonderful work.
My favorite movie! How wonderful your poem inspired by it!
I think someone said ‘delicious’ – wholeheartedly agree!
“She heard something from the West”, that’s a killer. Time to leave Munchkin Land! That’s very funny, thanks
ahhh this was an absolute delight to read! i always enjoy expansions of a familiar story, and your portrayal of post-oz dorothy is so natural, and has such depth.
This is fun! I love ut.
Brilliant poem, and I LOVE the title!
I like this poem! I hate the novie, gives me anxiety majorly. But this poem is super fun and didn’t scare me one little bit and made me grin hugelg.
You are so dang good, girl. I adore your writing. Always.
Thanks so much, Chica. I adore YOU.
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