Written for: Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads, “Not What We Came To See”
– micro poetry
Today is the day we put the “mini’ back into the Sunday Mini-Challenge, and return to the option of form poetry. The object of this challenge is to write a poem in no more than 10 lines (but you may write in fewer than 10 lines all the way down to a single American sentence). You may choose your own form or stick to free verse, if preferred.
The Projectionist’s Nightmare
This is the projectionist’s nightmare:
A bird finds its way into the cinema,
Finds the beam, flies down it,
smashes into a screen depicting a garden,
a sunset and two people being nice to each other.
Real blood, intestines, slither down
the likeness of a tree.
“This is no good,” screams the audience,
“This is not what we came to see.”
Shame soured the land,
turning smiles to sorrows.
Widespread enervation enveloped
citizens resulting in closed
theaters, restaurants, shops.
Fun was on holiday. All they
could do was wait.
© Sara McNulty