Short Poems - Running The Gauntlet

The Legend of the Bowlever

It can only be entered by using bottled magic,
but it cannot be entered by any other means.
Some people use bubbles or stars,
some people use music or sunsets.
Then they can enter the Bowlever,
a realm of imagination and possibilities.

Flying whales dominate the skies,
blending into the galaxy with their colourful camouflage.
Magic is tangible,
but normality cannot be experienced.
Stars are admired and loved,
stars are beautiful and sacred.

There is a dance that is used to leave,
a dance that is rarely performed.
Nobody wants to leave this land,
a land that makes dreams a reality.
You can leave the Bowlever at any time,
but you will never stay away for long to escape reality.