We’re putting the “mini’ back into the Sunday Mini-Challenge, and returning to the option of form poetry. The challenge is to write a poem in no more than 10 lines, choosing our own form or sticking to free verse. This weekend, our frame of reference is ‘This is not what we came to see…’ quoted from Brian Patten’s poem, ‘The Projectionist’s Nightmare’, which I have included below my own.
Along the shore, cormorants guard untidy nests.
One breaks away and dives into the lake,
A sinking stone. It reappears, wings soaking wet,
And stretches out to dry, gaunt and black,
A sinister black cross with metallic sheen,
Dripping waterweed, slimy and green.
Fishing line unwinds like baby eels from its beak,
Anchored by the sharpness of a fish hook,
Causes Sunday visitors to gasp at human cruelty –
That was not what they came to see.
© Kim M. Russell, 2016
Image found on www.bbc.co.uk
The Projectionist’s Nightmare
This is the projectionist’s nightmare:
A bird finds its way into the cinema,
Finds the beam, flies down it,
smashes into a screen depicting a garden,
a sunset and two people being nice to each other.
Real blood, intestines, slither down
the likeness of a tree.
“This is no good,” screams the audience,
“This is not what we came to see.”