Parting magic

’The name’s Pond,

Ruby Pond,

shaken not stirred’,

she said as my

iPhone

literally purred.

’I need a hero

and your own

story needs

a lift

so get out

your wand’

(god these lines

are a gift).

It seems

there’s an

urgency

involving

blood-thirsty

soul-suckers

and given

my record,

I’m qualified

to pucker.

Usually when it

comes to bravery,

here’s my

line in the sand:

not before

breakfast

and coffee

madam!

But as

you might

have guessed

this was Pond

the merciless

demanding

some magic

when I still

wasn’t dressed.

So that’s how

I got to the

Party at last

and saw the

dread truth

under poetry’s

mask.

To refashion fate

I knitted

white gloves

from stuffed

turtle doves

and borrowed

the curtains

to make up

a cape.

Now I know

it is said

(often with dread)

that my

deepest magic

is like

a warden

directing traffic

in bed.

This then,

the secret for

soothing

passionate

souls:

have an interesting

conversation

about the state

of your vowels.

Then when the

audience fails

to get the joke,

disappear

in a puff

just like

any other

bloke.

Image:chiba mamoru and tuxedo kamen (bishoujo senshi sailor moon) drawn by mohomen