Fading Star
She rides on a carousel of madness
wearing a faded white vintage dress
and leaves a trail of fairy dust fantasies
in her wake.
Like a twinkling, loopy star
she winks knowingly
nodding to her adoring audience
as she goes
up and down
up and down.
A brightly painted peacock
with graying hair and eyes
she sways blissfully to an
unheard tune, clutching a
bouquet of plastic flowers.
She lives within a movie
of technicolor dreams
stuck in the black and white
world of reality.
Written on 3/9/2017
Copyright © Laura Leiser | Year Posted 2017
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