Carrie and the Ordinarians

The Ordinarians mumble,

Fantasy, it is another

fall into her imagination

where reality has been

hung from the knotted rope

of exaggeration.

Carrie, there are

no singing scissors

or dancing kittens.

You were dreaming again.

Yes there is! I saw them

just as the nether moon

rose in the western sky.

Zig Zag had eyes of charcoal

and sang the yellow star song

to Teezer, Sneezer and Tweezer

as they danced around

the winnowseed bush.

Does she have a fever?

Trince County is seeing

an epidemic of tinsel flu.

I don’t have a fever!

They were right there

where the circle is cut

 in the fickleberry leaves.

Give Carrie a dose

 of Practicarium.

It is said to rid the body

of useless imagination.

Once swallowed she will

be as boring as the rest of us.

Holding a spoon of the gray goo

the elder statesman of the Ordinarians

approached her to administer

fantasy’s antidote.

With a snap of her fingers

and a shouted, I won’t,

Carrie disappeared into

the purple mist of

imagination’s cloak.

©Susie Clevenger 2013

Kerry at Real Toads challenged us

to create our own imaginary world.

In my world I used a photo of my

daughter Carrie and wrote a world

around her. :)

Kerry's Wednesday Challenge ~ Worldbuilding