Descent

down-the-rabbit-hole

It was all a huge lie.
I wish I had learnt sooner,
Because at the bottom I found
a little hole that only goes deeper

The rabbit hole.
No end is in sight
So I tumble ever downwards,

Scraping_____________________
my hands__________
along the walls
 ________throughout
__________________my
________________________downward
____________________________flight.

Descent

The Young Watchmaker

(C) Alastair Forbes. Sundays Photo Fiction (SPF), Aug 23, 2015. This photo brings you to the challenge page. Hosted by Alastair Forbes.
– An Intricate Looking Wristwatch (C) Alastair Forbes. Sundays Photo Fiction (SPF), Aug 23, 2015. This photo brings you to the challenge page. Hosted by Alastair Forbes.

Everyone has to start somewhere

But he never knew it was so difficult.

Cogs, gears, springs and screws laid around him in a messy circle

and they were scattered all over the work desk.

Tunnel vision is his strongest suit anyway

And right now it was trained on the central gold-piece

A tong in a hand, a screwdriver in the other,

He stared with squinted eyes magnified a thousand fold

Fiddle, twiddle, a click and a snap,

His eyes widened

Was that it?

Was he done?

He attached the housing, screwed it shut,

inserted the battery, gave it life.

Tick Tick Tick, it was music to his ears.

Word count: 108

The Young Watchmaker

The Eye

(C) Barbara W. Beacham. Mondays Finish the Story (MFtS), Aug 17, 2015. This photo brings you to the challenge page. Hosted by Barbara W. Beacham.
(C) Barbara W. Beacham. Mondays Finish the Story (MFtS), Aug 17, 2015. This photo brings you to the challenge page. Hosted by Barbara W. Beacham.

I see absolutely everything

I observed my creator as he admired me

I witnessed him aging and fading

I watched burly men handle me

I looked as they set me on a huge white wall

For all to see, and with all in my view

Then a man came and scrutinized me

I peered back

I oversaw money exchanging hands

Then they put me in brown paper

and I saw no more

Word count: 68

The Eye

Venus’ s Rose

Why do people love?
I haven’t been through Venus’s Garden.
But I had been the wallflower for a long time
I watched the roses bloom
But I also watched them wither.

But last year, someone came,
She sat on the wall beside me
“Look at all these pretty flowers,”
She said.
But my eyes were only on her.

Slowly, I could smell the roses.
I could appreciate their beauty
But none could compare to her.
I wanted to paint her laughter,
Capture her delicate gentleness.
I’d put her in a glass pot
Worship her like the queen rose she is.
I watered her, gave her fertiliser and care.

Then the illusion shattered.
She was someone’s else’s rose.
The scent turned sour
She had to go.

Now I sit here on this lonely wall
Asking
Why do people love?

Venus’ s Rose

The Apple and The Tree

Credits: artfoodhome.com
Credits: artfoodhome.com

Why did the apple fall so far from the tree?
We are as different as night and day
It’s as if we live in two different worlds
That cause friction everytime they collide

Whenever you talk about history
All I hear is irrelevance
Your advice, I never heed
It made no difference after all

But during rare eclipses,
Night meets day and we would talk
Laughter, the joyful sound pleases
Then an abrupt end.

The Apple and The Tree

Invincible

Credits: tumblr.com
Credits: tumblr.com

If I were a balloon,
You would be my helium.
Reaching greater heights,
Enjoying the scenery together.
We swayed to no gales and
rose above storm clouds.
We were invincible.

Then you had your good idea
To tie a string on me, and tried to sell me off
To another stranger’s child.
If I learnt anything, I learnt people leave.
So I fastened my string to a rock.
I am my own rock.
I am invincible.
No storm can move me.
No weather can weather me.
I am invincible.

But I miss the scenery up there.
I miss not having to worry about storms at all.
Helium leaks, and I fear soon,
I won’t miss anything at all.

Invincible