Poem -
Other than myself
The fan was a microcosm of the universe
Since everything spins from the middle outward.
It was a Discworld. Perfectly flat and circular.
It reminded you the way Pratchett might think
Of a girl, spinning her round and round in a dance
hall.
It copied the ritual of a villanelle poem by Thomas.
It was by-the-law of physics.
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 outward
From himself, the centre going like a cog of cognition.
So if we're ever spinning outward from ourselves
What might be the lesson?
We are to propel and not implode, destined
To collide with other universes.
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Comments
* I've got another; Miss misspersuasion
Pinned because it was the only way I could think of to hold it down and stop it from spinning off into orbit ..
Well that and because I thought it worthy .. Neville
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?
There's a huge bloody black void between the two... I'll wave to you 😆😆
I'll yell out
🔥 my goodness this is hot and also very funny, love the humour and the wonderful imagery, 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 🚀 👽 👾
Imagine this! My library has no Pratchett. Welcome to my world