Poem -
Other than myself
The fan was a microcosm of the universeĀ
Since everything spins from the middle outward.
It was a Discworld. Perfectly flat and circular.
It reminded you the way Pratchett might thinkĀ
Of a girl, spinning her round and round in a danceĀ
Ā Ā hall.
It copied the ritual of a villanelle poem by Thomas.
It was by-the-law of physics.
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So one would stare into the fan, ignoring the TV,
As one had done in other apartments of the past,
To discover he was only ever spinning outwardĀ
From himself, the centre going like a cog of cognition.
So if we're ever spinning outward from ourselvesĀ
What might be the lesson?
We are to propel and not implode, destinedĀ
To collide with other universes.Ā
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Comments
* I've got another; Miss misspersuasionĀ
Pinned because it was the only way I could think of to hold it down and stop it from spinning off into orbit ..Ā
Well that and because I thought it worthy .. NevilleĀ
A wow last line... neat finish to a good work R. I suppose then it means we were never meant to spin alone into the void. Too late for me x
The Milky way to Andromeda?Ā
There's a huge bloody black void between the two... I'll wave to you šš
I'll yell outĀ
š„ my goodness this is hot and also very funny, love the humour and the wonderful imagery,Ā Pratchett a key to this one, makes me smile and think how lucky we are to get to read into your mind. Wonderful dear Rory. Kudos on all your imagery. Collide away into the unknown š š½ š¾Ā
ImagineĀ this!Ā My library has no Pratchett. Welcome toĀ myĀ worldĀ