Entry - MAG Poetry Prize 2010

Roller coaster dreams

by margaret webster

Shifting walls in mottled designs,
painted pictures, sinister lines,
menace inducing tremors of dread,
curving, bending inside my head.

Speeding traffic, swirling grey clouds,
hillsides masked beneath misty shrouds,
panic twisting like tangled thread,
whirling, circling inside my head.

Stricken faces in unknown streets,
cities filled with discordant beats,
alarm bells flashing, signal red,
pulsing, throbbing inside my head.

Sliding memories of tranquil times,
rivers shaped by untroubled climes,
terrors refracting, calmly led,
changing, slowing inside my head.

Added: 21.04.2010

Judges' comments on this poem

06.05.2010

Ok

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