motion. the long glinting legs shiver
dancing eerily to the beats of the orchestrating quartz
pulsating behind its sheet white face
ornate with ugly wrinkles, regularly spaced,
oddly, chime! of ca’phonic cries!
In half, a-hundred-and-eighty degrees.
Time of birth. 6 p.m.
————————then breathe again
——————-let the redness flow
————————across the skies
——————-and silent strokes
————————minuscule, utterly alive
————————flutter of wings
————-ventures, while reddish-brown dries
across the written page.
Past 6 post-meridian,
limp legs, muted vibrations, the clock
face torn askew,
So who alone knows when the clock does stop?
Daily Prompt – Connected
Discover Challenge – Origin Story