Me

He wooed me to his chair, a tattered folding frame
I'd never done this or
could even imagine I'd ever be sitting there
he began
it was Sunday, clear skies and mellow breeze wafting in the air
with a graphite pencil in hand he etched a few strokes
then like a mad scientist
began to scribble away
Sunday scribblings, the irony aroused a smirk on my face
and with that, he etched in a crooked smile on my now forming face
in five minutes flat the caricature was done
"here", he placed it in my hands
"This is not me!" my racing eyes shrieked
My friend standing by disagreed, indeed it was
the exaggerated forehead; i think a lot, quite more than normal
the glossy bright eyes; my wandering eyes always lingering on an object too long
the crooked smirk; my facial expressions are quite a sight
they were all me
indeed, he had accurately drawn me
enlarged forehead and all
i looked at my caricature
like a reflection in the mirror
and truly saw me


© 2010 by R. Alana Brereton
Written for Sunday Scribblings

Superhero

Swoosh! His arms swooped around me

Mounting my body on a shoulder of Rock

With legs dangling in the thin air

I looked at the ground below

e v a n e s c e n t, vanishing

getting smaller and smaller and smaller

Until it no longer appeared

The burning city below me

was lackluster when compared

to the brilliant city before me

where I had now become an heir

Illustrious streets of gold 

resting under gates of pearls

incandescently I rested my head 

on my Super hero's robe

Copyright 2010 by R. Alana Brereton
word prompt: Superhero
Written for: Sunday Scribblings