Poem Imitation 2

The Invention of Heaven - Dean Young

The mind becomes a field of snow

but then the snow melts and dandelions

blink on and you can walk through them,

your trousers plastered with dew.

They're all waiting for you but first

here's a booth where you can win

a peacock feather for bursting a balloon,

a man in huge stripes shouting about

a boy who is half swan, the biggest

pig in the world. Then you will pass

tractors pulling other tractors,

trees snagged with bright wrappers

and then you will come to a river

and then you will wash your face.

Devon Lawrence

The mind becomes a thirsty plant

but then the water pours and the leafs

rise up and you can harvest,

stronger like never before.

Plants take their time but first,

depend on you to better themselves,

stand alone for they want to be strong,

a quiet voice inside shouting about
giving up, and how it's the only
option they have left. Then you will pass

that voice and hear a louder one,
telling you to get up each time you're knocked down

and then you will get caught in the rain
and then you will find your way to keep going.