On a stage at the red spade

I now lay locked in a glass box of water,

With an audience waiting for me to break free.

My trick would have gone flawless,

If I had not dropped the key.

I envision all the children.

Who will cry in their mother's lap,
but for now they watch bewildered,

as I die in my own trap.

They smile like little demons.
Their entertainment is my despair.
As I sink in my glass box,
running out of air.

They all think they are clever,

As if it's fake suspense.

They act as if my simple bluff,

Is nothing but pretense.

They think they can't be fooled,

But wiping off their smug smiles,

will be my final trick.

Reviews

[Melinda Weber]

Ohhh, you know this poem gave me goosebumps :) It's very clever and well thought out, the idea gives chills! I like the way that not only can you interpret it as a magician and his trick, but also on life in general....cool write :)

[Jack Isaac]

[random review] An odd ode to a death-defying feat turned deadly. You have several self-reversing metaphors in this, very complex, actually very difficult to accomplish, but done almost perfectly. The meter of certain lines, like fourth from the end, seem to disrupt an otherwise perfect flow --could be just the way I'm reading it though. Nice write, thanks for sharing.

[The Girl with the smile]

A very clever and thought out poem. The last two lines are my favorite. Great ending! Very suspenseful!