Spinning Her hands dart like silver fish In water deep and charcoal-dark, Keeping plates in motion, Spinning on slender poles In both directions.
She ignores the chalky shriek Of china plates wearing away As they spin, spin, spin throughout the day And each plate can never stop, Because she doesn't know what she'd do if that happened.
And when the plates multiply To the point where she thinks she might die, She spins plates on top of plates And the shrieking conceals her screaming And the smoke of fusing china makes her cry.
Spinning
ReplyDeleteHer hands dart like silver fish
In water deep and charcoal-dark,
Keeping plates in motion,
Spinning on slender poles
In both directions.
She ignores the chalky shriek
Of china plates wearing away
As they spin, spin, spin throughout the day
And each plate can never stop,
Because she doesn't know what she'd do if that happened.
And when the plates multiply
To the point where she thinks she might die,
She spins plates on top of plates
And the shrieking conceals her screaming
And the smoke of fusing china makes her cry.
Greg - this is quite fantastic. I think the final stanza is my favorite but obviously the whole dang thing is great.
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