Competition

Imagine This
by Terri Milburn

The slimy ice-cream dripping down
The odious widow’s hot hand
While she’s licking at it desperately
Trying to catch the drips as they fall
The slimy ice-cream that once was
Is now just a pile of mush
In the odious widow’s hot hand
Destroyed just as her life has been
And gone and melted
Just as her husband and dreams are

Whilst . . . .

The silky book nestled in a crunchy cloud
Sat there for all to see
Turning its own pages
As if it’s reading itself
While the cloud is crunching
Beneath my feet
My neck strained
Taking in the wisdom
Found in the words lain before my eyes
My heart pounding found comfort in these

Elsewhere . . .

A salty chair sang a seaman’s song
To the scaly fish down below
The fish swam beneath
The jetty where the salty chair was sitting
Avoiding the fishing line
With a dead worm on a hook
The salty chair finished looking at his line
Seaweed was the only catch of the day
Sat there did the chair
Crying salty tears

The same time as . . .

The whiskery bricks sat there angrily
For a cat had made them come to life
Now they had the whiskers of a feline
And feathers sticking out of their mouth
They sat with their fur stuck to cement
While the birds teased them a distance away
Having learnt from their mistakes
Bricks, unable to enjoy the warmth of the sunlight
Too busy thinking about their next meal
Birds knowing there will be none

Also . . . .

A black window, the home of a furry spider
Its home not the first place
To be called so
People tearing thin threads
Silken threads lying in heaps
They not realizing that tore they did
The bricks and shingles
Placed carefully
By the furry spider
In the corner of the black window

A few streets away . . . .

An enormous pig marveled at what he saw
A reflection vainly staring
For his eyes look elsewhere
Destruction
Hatred
Bloodshed would meet them
Knowing your next
Thinking a last thought
As in your reflection a knife
You see, gone is the sight

A moment later . . . .

A blue tree in a sparkling forest
Didn’t make the grade
The other flora
Ostracising the blue tree
The witches made it different
Individuality a crisis
The sparkling forest rest of was a red
Though proud was the unique one
The others jealous wanting
Changes to them made as well

While on the edge of town . . . .

In a police car left on
A roadside
Empty drained
The occupant trying to calm
A crazy mum
Children in a pool
Calling for their mother
Crazy she was for wanting some peace
And the policeman freezing
Saved her baby son, backup called

Images different in all minds
Though similar in great ones
All, though, enter the realm of the unknown
Dive deep into
A sea of endless imagination
and possibilities
Tied in a loop are
Seen to go on forever
Your imagination always uncontrollable
Longing to be remembered