The helical trio is silent now
in its cage of rusty wire.
An erect pillar, joined somehow
with flexible tether, separates
business end from cruciform base.
The tether, attached to the wall,
stirs movement inside the cage,
clicks and cranks into useful life,
dishevels the ambient space -
At We Write Poems the latest prompt is about observing and considering probably common things that you might see any day. As you go about your day, select some moment, some place where you are – then as Joseph Harker suggests – pick the first object that you see and write about it in a completely unexpected way. That’s it, no more, no less. I spotted this object because it is usually out of sight in the pile of junk in the loft,rarely needed in this benighted climate.