Sestina: The Dashed Line (2/2)
Inspiration hits with a flash, stories written on the go. A rumble of laughter and the tale is heard only in echoes. The wind blows me in a new direction. Whom shall I visit next?
The cars soon sensed their venerable cable
Was slipping in its grip, as sky turned pitch.
The wind began to shriek, the cars to pitch.
The rain prepared to rip them from their height
And from their apathetic, beaten cable
Which shone, revealed, by flashing, crackling light,
As if it were a necklace. Soaked in thunder,
Alarmed, the mountain's face braced for a fall.
The cable long had known that it must fall.
Stiff fingers loosened; cars did lurch and pitch;
Bright lightning smote the tow'r. Applause like thunder
Bellowed as the line snapped. In the height
Of agony, the gondolas fell, light
As bubbles; blessed, forgave the ruined cable.
The thunder waved farewell. From heaven's height,
The drowsy sun illumined all the pitch,
The shattered sky cars, and the placid cable.
No sequels yet. Why not write one?
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Interesting juxtaposition of of consciousness.
- #1469 Posted 2 years ago
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Inspired by (sequel to):
From peak to lodge, too tightly stretched the cable;
It glinted in the dying light of fall-
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