Week 19 – Wild Ride

 

A descriptive poem, dedicated to those people who – in different ways – cannot help but make an impression.

Wild Ride

There’s a girl with lion’s hair
at my stop

She stares, dreaming
through the treetops
her head looks
like it’s been dragged across
an imaginary savannah

Onboard,
her invisible mane
swathes four chairs.
A fierce, unseen shield
sheltering her lair.
Wide-eyed wildebeests
unconsciously shy away
taking seats elsewhere.

Her powerful gaze
patiently grips
the door
Yawning, she expands her jaw
Teeth like curved shells
Hypnotised, I’m caught
a gazelle
in headlights

We stop.
She leaps off.
The shimmering heat haze
is gone,
oxygen
is suddenly
a commonplace commodity.

 

VP 12th May 17, Graz

 

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