IF I WAS CALLED TO CREATE A MASK

I would take the sound of 

midnight wings flapping in the morning breeze,

the flying spell coming from a unicorns silver, sparkling horn

and the magical white snow from Mount Everest.

I would take the taste of 

lightning jumping through the sky,

ice skaters twirling and spinning

and hazy mist licking an eerie landscape.

I would take the smell of     

smoke from Apollo 11 thumping down onto the moon, 

the fiery flames from an ancient fireplace 

And the lava crawling away from a faraway volcano.

I would take the touch of 

clouds as hard as the door to a deep, dark dungeon,

the sun as cold as ice cream

and snow as hot as chilli.

I would take the sight of

laughter as big as the universe,

BY Eleanor