The second in a series of entries for our Junior Poetry Prize 2011. This was written by Mark Russell from II form-
'Dream World' by Mark Russell
Thumping
and flickering
and rattling.
Adjusting with
The flow.
The urge
Pull of emotions
At the ends of
Those outstretched fingers.
A tingle at those
Knuckles with the
tiny scratches.
Blossoming like a grey rose.
Dissolving
They slip away
Like breaths
Like flashes
Of those other days.
When it flickers
Don’t question it
Just endure.
That single line
At the end of my spine
Fixed there with a beat.
Your words are still
The final voice
of reason.
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