Playing Guns [ Poetry ]

Dreamer lost in the clouds...

This was my other entry to a local competition entitled 'Dream'. Please comment because I value your opinion- just don't ask me what stuff means because I probably won't know : )

A dreamer

lost in the clouds

searches

for a ladder

down.

One day,

he finds it.

Narrow and cracked.

But it will hold,

he hopes.

But before he takes

his second step

it breaks

and he falls.

It is a long way down,

longer,

than he expected,

and his landing

is harder,

harder

than he expected.

He stands.

"Oi! Get out of the way!"

calls a sergeant,

his moustache

perfectly trimmed.

So the dreamer

steps aside

to watch

the elephants

march with pride,

their trunks gleaming.

A siren goes off

in B flat

minor.

Mice scurry

to their underground

homes,

just escaping

from the hungry birds

searching for prey.

The siren changes key.

But it never stops.

A dreamer

looks at the clouds

and searches

for a ladder

up.