READ DIRECTIONS CAREFULLY!!! Prompt for: Jan 25, 2016 (Fyn) Subject or Theme: Pick one of the following list: carousel, frigate, flower market or library. Then pick one thing from this 2nd list: depression, envy, revenge or anger. Then write about your word in the 2nd list in terms of your choice from the 1st list. In other words, use aspects of your choice from list 1 as a metaphor for the emotion in list 2. Word(s) to Include: hunger, careen, ring(or any derivatives of these words) Forbidden Word(s): anger, depression, revenge, envy, emotion, feel.(or any derivatives, compound or hyphenations of these words) Additional Parameters: Use your word from 1st list in the title. Must be at least 24 lines. Down at the bottom, put your two choice.Rhyming or not. Remember, do not use forbidden words ANYWHERE, including title or title or the brief description. Carousel to Hell Tattered ticket stubs scattered around litter the ground-- imagine the clown on the merry-go-round. He grins, without mirth. It is not funny. Once a noble steed strong and true bedecked in flowers with shiny hooves and flowing mane now a swayed back rib jutting, saliva drooling, lead paint peeling old nag. Circling round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round ad nauseum. No calliope. No light, sprightly waltz. Stuck record repetition-- illusive half recalled fragment of some forgotten dirge. Brass rings tarnished. Forever out of reach in blackened muck, befouled beneath the bloody headed vulture perched: Watching. Waiting. Wanting-- Should the spinning cease. Spiraled spinnings blurred surroundings. Haunted faces-- Or are they reflections? Refractions? Refracted reflections: Shattered. Fragmented. Sideshow mirrors reflect wild eyed one dimensional images caught in freeze frame. Face whiter than bone, eyes bruised with lack of sleep. I do not know me. I am a stranger. Ahead of me wraiths, mere shells of themselves, each clutching that brass ring I could never manage to reach. I cannot catch up. I dare not fall behind. Pursuing me, nightmare caricatures on charging beasts follow on the heels of my deception. Won’t stop, long ride Can’t stop, lose stride Round and round Up and down Sing-song tune Night ‘till noon. Can’t get off I’ll fall. Can’t stay on I’ll fall. I’m falling anyway Everyway. Mocking laughter rides the nearby roller coaster pitching and careening out over the sea. At least if you survive the death spiral you can get off at the end of the ride tho' false bravado hides pounding blood. Strobe lights flash, stab. Frozen moments-- Defining seconds-- Replayed ad infinitum. . . Enflamed images careening past .sweat-slicked pole. Stick fingers, figures, hanging on For dear life. Can’t let go. Can’t stop Spinning off Out of control Spinning ever faster Hunger gnaws deep with gnashing, razor-edged teeth, for more than stale popcorn emptiness, kernels of tooth-breaking truth-- for more than sweet memories of cotton candy fluff. Scent of rain mingles with well-trod sawdust coating my throat: swallow caught in shadow. Images ooze together like smeared finger-paint. Colors bleed and blend to mud. Can’t focus Up, down Around around Forward backward Doesn’t matter. Going onward Going nowhere. Nowhere to go. Tethered to the edge of consciousness On the Carousel to Hell Carousel/depression |