• Mad Dash

    by Emily Shifflett

    Ah, it’s that time of year again.
    Once more, you’re called onto a battlefield.
    It bustles about, under fluorescent lighting
    Until the general purpose is revealed.
    The women around prepare themselves
    The goal sits full and plump
    You see the sea of combatants
    Waiting, poised to jump.
    Ever later the hour grows
    And panic seeps within
    You push it down, eyes on the prize
    Determined, only to win
    And, finally, oh finally at last
    The first contender makes her move
    All hell falls forth, a stampede awakens
    Of obstacles to be removed
    And up on high, it sits, surveying
    It’s gladiators in the ring
    The race, the chase, the frenzy
    All for one thing
    Late, late, almost too late
    You think as you draw to the slaughter near
    Must get there, must seize it
    Time prompts ever more fear
    You reach the battlegrounds and see the others
    Their plight clumsy and jerky
    You slip past so silently
    And, victoriously, claim the last Thanksgiving turkey.

    posted to Cedar Street Times on November 18, 2011

    Topics: Young Writers' Corner


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