9 Aug

Heart beating one hundered million miles an hour

Spinning and dreaming you are worlds away.


In the battle room, testing out your new suit

Using both hands you swing the vorpal sword.

Briefly in awe of the feline in boots,

living a life that never leaves you bored.


You sit upon the Iron Throne

Let Mr Darcy take your hand

Wish Big Brother would leave you alone

The Hectic Glow are your favourite Band.


Running from topiary at the overlook

see the old and yellow wedding cake.

Struggling to make sense of scottish gobbledygook,

time to kill the basilisk, the big bad snake.


Where do the ducks go when it’s frozen?

Time to simply walk through middle earth.

To enter the games, you were chosen

Standing with Gavroche, proving your worth.


There it is, the magic of words.

There you are, transformed and transported.


This is my response to today’s Daily Prompt. 

One Response to “Transported”


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