Chapter Six
Transluscent Pearl
Watching the bead of bubbles roll down the car,
The blue, black reflection on a silver dome...
The sheen of the mirror steals my identity,
Distorting the world into a horrid place.
The rain drops like peas on a pod.
Drumming a tune like a train carriage on tracks...
Pulling my memory, a time shift of travel,
Distorted world, stretched molecules.
"One can see monsters in those hills"...
The whooshing and hum from vehicles,
Through the puddles with a splash!
Shooting; from the Time Lords
A dropped box, a clash!
A child cries, on this battlefield...
The bubble drops and breaks away,
Bringing reality back my way...
The ‘moggie’ next door, muzzles and wants to play!
Watching the bead of bubbles roll down the car,
The blue, black reflection on a silver dome...
The sheen of the mirror steals my identity,
Distorting the world into a horrid place.
The rain drops like peas on a pod.
Drumming a tune like a train carriage on tracks...
Pulling my memory, a time shift of travel,
Distorted world, stretched molecules.
"One can see monsters in those hills"...
The whooshing and hum from vehicles,
Through the puddles with a splash!
Shooting; from the Time Lords
A dropped box, a clash!
A child cries, on this battlefield...
The bubble drops and breaks away,
Bringing reality back my way...
The ‘moggie’ next door, muzzles and wants to play!
Author: Nigel G Wilcox 03/04/15
No.79
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