wheel of fortune/ rota fortunae

clockwork creak

of fickle Fortune

desperate clawing hands sweat on the underside, sliding, slipping, with the creek below

It pulls them up for a taste of the top

wary ascent against the plunging parallel,

ghoulish faces spread into gaping masks with the heavy weight

the burden of the return to the underside of the wheel

melancholy coin flip, kick of the spoked machine

nonchalant twirl of mighty finger on spinning wheel,

flicked with apathy

certain suffering for the unfortunate

turns at the axis but can’t roll away

sewn to the spinner until the thread is snapped with teeth

via Daily Prompt: Wheel


Flame of Consciousness

Stretching out ahead

Vast narrow wind

Stringy path – goat tracked

Grass matted like my hair at the back when I can’t be bothered to comb.

Poke holes in soil


Dew in the morning on the “washing” line


I’m an adder, swishing through, coiling up

Slow worm

Slow wyrm

A letter and I have wings and claws and

legend gold

Fear inciter (twisted)

Blowing up bin-breath

Antisocial hoarder of things that mean different to me.

A magpie value

Scrooge McDuck Dragon whip my tail and yawn, as you creep past me

Heart pounds

My great yellow eye pierces your body,

Drop in fear and I make you dance, twirling dolly with scaled fingers,

Black glinting talon twirls.

Scar in the lair – you can be Rowan Atkinson’s blue bird