This remorseless whirligig


(This was a challenge, as part of the Writer’s Digest “Poem a Day” month, to choose two words coined by Shakespeare as the title of a poem. There were far too many wonderful words for me to choose just two.)

A noiseless, lustrous plaything,
I bewitch dauntless young-eyed,
yet innocent of fear.

In blushing adolescence,
men swagger, play at courtship,
life’s savagery unreal.

I’ll bite thee by the gnarled ear;
deafening ceaseless spinning
a monumental fixture.

“And thus the whirligig of time brings in his revenges.” – Twelfth Night

By Jun, via Flickr


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