This week, random.org “chose” Mama Kat prompt number four for me: In honor of St. Patrick’s Day, write a poem about a time you felt lucky.
Things I always wondered about Wicked:
Who was changed for good?
Who defied gravity?
Who wanted to help someone else be Popular?
Heading north for a bat mitzvah
Take the plane
Get the rental car
Check in to hotel
Take the PATH train
Everything on time
Arrive at the Gershwin.
Beat deadline to enter Wicked Lottery
One slip of paper with my name, one with Tenley’s
Two sets of crossed fingers
Freeze, surprised at the September chill
Buy I Heart NY sweatshirts
How to pay for tickets if we’re not lucky
For a show about green, we need our own
Absorb city smells, city noises, city heights, city frenzy
Return to the Gershwin
Hundreds of hopefuls wait
Fingers still crossed
Hear staff call “Tenley Kiger”
Sigh of relief! Jubilation
Pay $25 per person
Get a cool button
Sit in front row
Marvel at winning the Wicked Lottery
Happy in a way that defies gravity
Understand the Popular song now
Have heard “verdigris” as a lyric
Changed for good
Here is one blogger’s post about winning the Wicked lottery (it has some cool details!).
The official “scoop” on the Wicked lottery is here.
Wife of one, Mom of two, Friend of many. My pronouns are she/her/hers.