Ideas and Poems

Imagination and Algebra

The air turns cold
and she's flying
Wings sprouting from her back
Laughs as her hair tumbles about her face

As soon as the twinkling notes touch
the smooth surface of the air,
hundreds of balls, bags, pens, pencils
swarm around her like
a protective shield.

She blinks.

The bags fly back to the cloakrooms
The balls hit the ground with
a resonating thud
and the pencils fly back into
unsuspecting hands.

Her eyes open
And she begins a challenging piece
of algebra.