Poetry With Hart

The gnome turned the dials
leftward then pushed forward
on the throttle, with no reply
from the engine. Pissed
“Have you tried turning it off
and back on again?”

He asked the crowd
that had rallied around
this, their broken machine
land, church, city, government
entwined in a mechanical bird
they called a home.

“The elves would have you believe
that in order to have it airborne
we’d have to give it a blow job
and pay them for the privilege
or our own liberty,
but I say nay! Not today!”

Just then a nymph from the crowd
raised her hand, “Let me try something”
She sauntered up, a swagger
a step, and then THWACK!
She gave the engine at the back
of the bird a strong kick.

Roaring to life
the gnome and the nymph
instant besties as they learned
that day that sometimes liberty,
just needs a good
kick in the ass.