Pixie Magic


Summer solstice, the longest point of light illuminates
The sinister dealings of a woman scribe; seeking to wage
A war over a set of “screenshots”.
I read her message, contained in a lengthy email.
Her emotions layered within the unexpected dissertation
Addressed to the leader of her wanton madness.
The indelible ink carrying her side of some “tragic” story
Casually leaving out pieces of truth to sell her poetic
Disdain towards her American allies. Magic within the
Drops of her pixie tears; perception is a powerful persuasion
When delivered by the voice of this “mistreated victim”.
The facts missing from her extravagant message, previously
Delivered to the judges; the rich morsels untouched, like cold soup.