Quim is actually quite a nice word

It's a bell-sleeved fantasy heroine
dashing through centaur-littered woods
on a quest for fireflowers
to save a wizard's life.
Blue-black hair snagging on the light,
Quim would find the bloom
with seconds to spare
and her name would echo
throughout the kingdom.

It's a peach drink
to be supped in summer,
one's free hand batting flies.

It's a fabric,
cut with care
and stuck with PVA
to create
bright, raised pictures
in playschools.

It's a gadget that shoots
laser rope miles into the air,
strong enough to hold two agents
as they cling to the red glow
and flee the lair of the principal rogue.

It's a creature that lives
halfway between Jupiter
and Heaven. Shy, only willing
to come out
after moonset, it feeds
on gritzberries and feathers.
Principal prey
for Dashvaks
and Longyarrs.

It's a move in poker,
designed to tease
your opponent
until they fall down
in a straight faint
and wake,
hours later,
remembering nothing.