Weird Things On Magic Mountain
Weird things happen up there, my uncle told me.
The other guy was looking out toward the mountain too.
I pushed my pancake around on the plate and listened harder.
My aunt said there are space aliens living in the big one.
Supernatural beings and spiritual things the waitress said.
She caught my eye and laughed. I noticed she had pretty blue eyes.
My grandma is Irish, she says there are little people up there.
You mean like elves, faeries and such? The truckers were on a roll.
We natives call it Magic Mountain, the waitress told me.
I decided to sneak up there later that night.
All kinds of wonderful elves and gnomes were playing music.
I began dancing. I heard a guy say, “I don’t see anything.”
I felt grateful that I am Irish.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
