Stage Fright

Dad’s sweatshirt transforms into a velvet cape,

draped over my shoulders.

I flourish a stick I found in the yard

in front of an appreciative plush audience.

Passing it over a hat I found

for a quarter at a garage sale,

I conjure flying silk squares,

and moon white rabbits

that do somersaults,

and sing songs dryads taught them

back when the world had plenty of magic beans.

But when I bring my wand, hat, and cape

to the school talent show,

when I stand alone on the stage,

all that I find in my hat is rabbit poo.

Song Choice: Nothing  performed by Natalie Cortez from A Chorus Line

This poem was inspired by a prompt given over at Imaginary Gardens for Real Toads: Weekend Mini Challenge, Following a Thread