Day 3 of my poetry challenge and I’m picking the only shape poem I’ve ever written, which was published in the Carlow Writers’ Co-operative Group anthology. It comes out funny-looking here.
Ferris Wheel
I never sat
in a ferris wheel car
preferring to watch families
start a venture from the bottom
edging upwards as new passengers
arrived and when some guy was satisfied
he pressed an iron button and I felt all their hearts
tighten and accelerate as they climbed to the peak
and stopped. An abrupt tremble, a car with teens
screamed. A second shake, a creak of metal
followed, a swift relief of descent,
refuge, as they drew near,
to the starting spot,
circle, complete.
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