Today I Do Not Want To Be A Flying Car
The air is bitter cold, revving
Through the icy, damp clouds;
A long awaited nap no longer
In the near future.
The journey stretches on,
Over the tiny cities and hills,
As though time refuses to pass.
A tired whine, dipping into
A sharp dive, though somehow
Leveled out by the boy's stubborn hands.
An azure sky creeps in, seeping
Through the pale blue and cloudy white,
Soon specked with tiny stars.
Exhaustion in the engine-
Moaning, squealing, objecting-
Still being pushed on.
Lights flickering like blinking eyes
Drooped with sleep-
Forward, forward, forward...
Down.
The brakes are slammed,
The buttons jammed,
But stalled be the dying car
Careening towards a deadly tree-
Beaten, battered, bruised, smashed,
Bits of glass now a bed for roses.
The desperation to get away,
And irritated at such foolish ignorance,
Tosses out the luggage.
In a huff and whir, angrily steers
Toward the foreboding forest:
A much needed nap will be gained,
Perhaps.
Today I Do Not Want To Be... by Nagini Riddle
Chapter Notes: I was thinking of how best to push the limits of this challenge and my mind landed on the poor flying car from the second book.
And wouldn't you know it? This poem placed third!