Fantasy

I gave myself about two minutes to write something- so naturally, it's rubbish.

I could create a world here

Something impossibly complex

Or something so simple

I could create a person here

One that has never been seen

Or I could just bleed here

And let my blood form the words

That fill this blank horizon

Until there is no white left

But what I need is to write

Something clever

Something new

Something that takes your breath away

Something that takes you far away

So you can no longer see

Your mundane worries

I need to create you an ocean

So you never have to find the surface

I want to create you a house on a cloud.

So you never have to go back down

Why do you think I write fantasy?

It is an escape

With no link or passage

To snap me back into reality

In the fantastical I am free.

And I hope that when these new worlds

When they fill your head and your lungs

I hope that for a few seconds,

You are free too.

Author's Note

Ignore my inability to write poetry

Reviews

[RibhyMay]

THAT. WAS. AMAZING. YOU CLEVER SAUSAGE YOU. Absolutely loved it, and you CAN write poetry you banana!