The world, she spins,
'Round and round,
A Bride, radiating joy,
In a wedding dance.
Every turn brings her
Closer to her Beloved,
Who stands, with Scythe,
Ready
When the music finally
Stops.
The prompt this weekend is 33 words of free-write.
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Oh My God! I hope I spelled that right.
ReplyDeleteOf course my Star Wars brain thought he was waiting with the Sithe at first, but this sounds even more sinister!
ReplyDeleteLol--may the Force be with you!
DeleteYikes. Let's hope the music never stops! :D
ReplyDeleteWell, for everyone's sake, let's hope the bride is wearing comfortable shoes because, it's gonna be a looooooong night! Thanks for a thought-provoking poem. :)
ReplyDeleteAfter a consultation with the English teacher in the house...you're okay. Another 'm' would have cost you!
ReplyDeleteQuite the unexpected twist there! I guess the dance ends for all of us, sooner or later...
ReplyDeleteso many thoughts
ReplyDeleteOoh, this is fantastic! Love the imagery, love the metaphor. Well done!
ReplyDeleteOh, entropy - a brilliant metaphor. Really, really well done!
ReplyDeleteThat is awesome.
ReplyDeleteAn amazing piece. Hope evolves into oblivion. Well done.
ReplyDeleteAll warm and sweet then all cold and blood curdling. Yikes! Creeptastic write there!
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That waiting death is downright scary. A nice and spooky piece. Thanks for linking up. Please remember to return for the voting!
ReplyDeleteMaybe this should have been "Last Dance" but Donna Summer would have sounded too happy for this piece...
ReplyDeletethis piece was awesome! The imagery just pulled you in, much like the pull of the earth and death on all of us.
Gosh, I love your writing Tina!
That is so how I feel some days!
ReplyDeleteTerrific piece, Tina!