*One of my all-time favourite pieces of anything creative I’ve ever produced. The simplicity probably alludes to my immature skills as a creative, I suspect. But I’m happy to admit I don’t know a lot, and haven’t done much for a long time. I’ve recently gotten into photography as my outlet which is an altogether different type of creative to writing. I should add, this was written in 1998 – I was 16 years old. I recently found my original portfolios filled with poems and drawings and thought I’d share some here*
The Enchanted City
The full moon looks down on the Enchanted City.
Adults and their children sleep soundly
As the night time passes over them in oblivion.
Their teenage rebellions run rampant through town
Living a secret life their pessimist families refuse to believe exists.
Lounging around cemeteries
They enjoy this life, it is unknown to all but a select few.
Their grandparents lie in constant fear.
Fear of the unknown
Fear of never waking
Fear of theft, invasion
Terror rips them apart.
Their nieces keep ears open while eyes are shut.
Waiting to hear fragments of conversation
So they can create a whole story
Out of a misinterpreted sentence
Gossip is what these people know best
It is all they know, all they want.
Their children do the last deal of the day
Sleep ’til noon then organise tomorrows trading
A purely illegal profit is made each minute.
But for now, sleep. Sleep and relax.
All is well in the Enchanted City.