A Small Moment Sonnet

I have been taking a poetry class this summer and have been experimenting with different kinds of forms.  Last week I posted a small moment written in couplets.  This week is a sonnet small moment nestled into a fairy tale.  This has been hard work and a work in progress.  It has been fun and is still a work in progress.

                                                        Bewitched                                                                                                               

The five of us kids looked forward to treat night when on
Thursday evening we watched Bewitched.   Samantha twitched her nose, 
changing the real into magic, like a fairy godmother, whose waving wand
allowed Cinderella to go to a ball to meet the prince of her dreams.

At our weekly gala, fairy dust sprinkled and we were bequeathed chips of choice 
with one can of store brand soda--root beer, cola, orange or lemon-lime.
We children ate our Cheetos and drank our nectar gazing at the black and white screen
as we nestled into an evening of enchanted abundance--all we had ever known.

Then the clock struck midnight and our nine o’clock bedtime,
and as carriage and footmen were but mice and a pumpkin, 
as a young woman bolted, leaving behind a slipper--a wisp of hope,
we children fled in tattered bedclothes, a trail of chip crumbs marking our trail.

With chips and pop devoured, tummies full and rings of orange soda lining lips,
we slid between covers and night dreams that hoped our prince would someday come.

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