Poem – She is Sci-Fi by Stephen Philip Druce

She Is Sci-Fi

She stripped off her

retro boots – ripped up

her non-descript Sunday suits,

 

trashed her ugly

dresses – burnt

 

the dark cuttings from

her tresses – now short

dyed ocean blue –

 

in futuristic design she

put on some devil horns and

a wrought iron spine of

prickly thorns –

 

square shades and

silver-glittered roller blades,

 

giant collar and shoulder fakes,

face paint and wings of snakes –

open jawed,

 

she flew with higher birds, and

with her sabre sword she carved out

the words in the sky –

 

I am sci-fi.

BIO:  Stephen Philip Druce is a poet from Shrewsbury in the U.K.