Today's prompt is to write a poem about what the opening credits to the movie of our life look like...! Hmm...
Take Two
Aerial view swooping low
(can't decide if it's city or rollicking fields) -
upbeat score, guitars jangling, rising as it goes.
Instead of the Metro Goldwyn Mayer lion
there's a ram, horns glinting all aglow.
Black and white and then blast of colour.
Think Dorothy entering Oz,
or manic pixie dream girl vibes
stealing the show.
Full rays of sunshine. Panoramic vistas of sky.
Macro montage of moments
showing handwriting on a page,
zoom in to a girl, young, blue-eyed,
in springtime
with blossom trees blooming
outside. Cue swell of score -
this is going to be epic,
but on a small scale,
introspective, grand.
Maybe magical realist and a bit French surrealist -
the kind of movie
that won't win awards
but makes you glad you're alive
and serendipitously lucky
to know it.
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