M’s writing prompts for March came with the following instructions:
“…set your timer for ten minutes and begin writing about one of the prompts listed below. Don’t worry about spelling, punctuation, neatness, or anything like that; just write!”
Let us see what I can do in ten minutes…
The cranks that creak they get the oil
creation running smooth
The cogs that whir the chimneys belch
The pistons thrust, wheels move
Red lights burn bright, see furnace blaze
Hear click and clank and whir
It trundles slowly through the night
Black smoke it fills the air
Atop he rides his dour machine
Colleting souls for fuel
Wheels turn, cranks pull and push and thrust
Boned finger pointed, cruel
With oil that’s squeezed from those he finds
He greases, handles turned
His cogs and pulleys, back and forth
Remains discarded, burned
To fuel his creature, through the dark
In search of those who stray
From light to dark and pledge themselves
Until the end of days
