My New Raincoat

My New Raincoat
My new raincoat has the look
of espionage stories from a book
Where beautiful dames and dangerous men
Meet each other in hangout dens
Exchanging money or other vice
To collect their data for a price
And this is where the ACTION begins
You, eyewitness from within.

The darkened hallway, my passage slick
I REACH the drop and find my pick
A few brief words and off I go
My raincoat TURNS, I duck below
The cellar stairwell leads to a room
Sliding inside it’s like a tomb
I SMELL him first, thick perfumed mutt
His aim is quick and hits my gut
GROPING forward towards the door
My heart is racing, I hit the floor.

Twirling legs wide in an arc
I hit that thug SMACK in the dark
Fantasy strikes, I’m wailing fast
My eyes are sharp and focused past
The figure beneath me breathing hard
I CHOP him quick and throw him far
He lands with a THUMP across a grate
I fling myself over, none to late
Grabbing the files worth several lives
I grab the handle and open wide
The door, outside! and light FLIES in
As bodies stream in unison
I join the crowd, files TUCKED away
And disappear easily into the day.

 

-by Ava Hypatia

Prompt at D’Verse Poets where we are asked to write a poem using the words fantasia, phantasia or fantasy.