Poetry Friday 13

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I was in Cardiff Bay on Monday and they were dismantling the Ferris Wheel that had been there over the summer. I wrote a poem.

The Naked Ferris Wheel

Stripped bare of gondolas

and lights.

Still standing proud

despite the wanton destruction.

Exposed

to the elements.

Fragile,

towering,

tottering in

the wind.

Soon to be no more,

but making one

last stand. 

This next poem has borrow a line from an old short story, but I don't know which one.

Haunting songs 

Haunting songs. 

Haunting voices

choirs sing, 

the words tingle 

the skin. 

Ring out the old 

bring in the new, 

the words tingle 

the skin.

Two silly, non-poems to finish.

Coffee snob

If anyone tells you

They can taste the difference

Between a latte, a flat white and a

Cappuccino,

they’re lying.

The following announcement may save your life.

In emergency

pull the handle

and push the door.

Oh by the way,

you’ll still die.

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