I reached the age of open doors
It was the time to choose
After years of thoughtful mentors
Whose advice should I use?
Door one revealed a scene sublime
Flowery, peaceful, green
The sun had just begun its climb
O’er this idyllic scene
Enticing sunrise pink and blue
The dawn of a brand new day
I stopped myself from stepping through
And looked the other way
A smell came from the second door
Putrid, foul, rank
I looked and saw things I abhor
My heart within me shrank
I knew at once where I must go —
Stepped past the lintel post
And entered not where flowers grow
But where I was needed most.
This is my response to this week’s W3 challenge where Poet of the Week Yvette M. Calleiro prompts us to create a poem that explores a fictional world—utopian or dystopian, your choice. This world must be wholly imagined and not reflect the current reality we live in. Let your imagination run freely.
- Use 20 lines or fewer.
- Write about a fictional utopian or dystopian world.
- Do not portray the current state of our world in your poem.
Hot Dogs and Marmalade 