Spiral Transit

March 22, 2010
A dark fog rises over the carousel.
“Billy,” my mother whispers, “how about that ride?”
I look.
Wild waves lap the shore
Children climbing into big black boats
The winter air freezes my red cheeks
I sit on the boat next to another boy.
Our war with the red-beards leaves us few boats.
This would be my first sea voyage.
When we get out the trees are little animals with all the meat eaten off of them.
I step in a yellow canoe,
Hear a scream from the yellow cement tower,
In the center.
I turn to the boy behind me,
We shrug our shoulders.
As I turn, I notice my canoe paddler is a red-bearded enemy.
As we near the center, I go ballistic.
I turn paler than paper,
My pulse is as fast as lightning,
I feel faint and dizzy.
We’ve reached the center,
The yellow is blindingly bright,
My paddler raises a shiny axe
Every muscle in my eyes works to keep them shut.
When I finally open my eyes, I’m sitting in my bed.
“It was a dream,” I murmur.

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ElephantGirl523 said...
Apr. 14, 2010 at 3:06 pm

Oooooooooooooh, Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.

When I read this poem I see pretty pictures in my head.

In other words, I really like this poem!!!

purplegurl523 replied...
May 4, 2010 at 4:44 pm
haha! thanks sophelephant!
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