Poem- “Interests”

“Interests”

A black stallion crossed the snow near the flashing hat.

Some kind of fight happened, so, the horse ran into a snake.

By the look of its eyes another serpent crawled beneath a wooden toy.

The wheels got spun upon many a black rock, from whatever a hint.

Wind blew over the emotional plains.

From here, the wooden toy sailed into a roaring machine with a tail.

One device after another, splinters formed where the reflections met.

Light from the biggest star to Earth gave off the red interference.

Two sorcerers found the blue robe, an empty screen, and funny jokes.

Girls screamed and lost their duck who came to the snake.

It swallowed the blades of grass and an empty head of corn, like so.

But such a little quack saw an illusion from the glowworm and sobbed.

Curtains smiled in appearance from the bigger lady’s design.

In a room somewhere, the duck had baited the snake from its herd.

More tears followed, more agony in years was laid down by mistake.

The little red horseman crawled into a sleeping duck’s nest.

Eventually, the sleigh broke off into the light before other changes.

Running steeds moved over the playing field where coins dropped.

The music was playing, the quack was dancing, the snake grinned.

A guardian for the sorcerers held up a weight scale filled with gold.

Harmonies hovered along the circumference: jewels, grinding stones, etc.

During the foray a girl leapt for her duck and ignored any snakes.

Giant eyes floated in the distance, flying beyond reproach, towards light.

Eternal pressure reigned in from the glass ceiling.

Wizards acted in dismay in the ongoing pursuit of bright happiness.

The duck attempted retreats, not knowing its sound or conduct of speech.

Martians reminded the duck every bit of information concerning the gaze.

Of course, a sitting duck had to carry the weight of gold- ribbons, flashes.

Awkward moments filled the void until the snake bit a pillow under view.

Like rainbows in the moon, like windows along the spades, it’s our duck.

He rested where death came to his part.

But, alas, the little quack avoided the invisible sphere behind its curtains.

People quickly gathered the flashing hat, blue robe, and saved the day.

The poor bird did have to give a lecture on its professional observants.

Where magic happened, the snake bit more than he could chew.

Swimming ducks followed.

Voices came from nowhere and led a shadow into the forgotten trance.

What a red horseman: long beard, black licorice, and hard, tiny feet.

A black stallion’s tail waved in the sunset.

More travelers had founded the clock which soared into the heavens.

It might be death, it might be passing, it might be waiting.

Over the hills and back so many girls shouted for the wooden toy.

The duck belonged to a stranger with a napkin, a napkin with stars.

Humor became the constant source of attention between our sorcerers.