Written for: Poetic Asides PAD November 2020 Challenge - Day 6
"For today’s prompt, write an in medias res poem. In medias res means in the middle of the narrative. Or think of it as starting in the middle of the story instead of at the very beginning or very end. Like at lunch time or half way through eating your soup."
Not fun. We are not moving, stuck at the top.
It will start again, it's a ferris wheel thing.
Might as well talk to you now, since we have stopped.
Pale-faced, she turns toward him as she twists her ring.
What is it? I sensed something was wrong with you.
Don't get upset, but I feel we are rushing
into a life we're not ready to pursue.
Now?, she screams. This is where you pick to tell me,
a place in which I won't make a scene? No clue!
She stands up, car swaying, and yells, You are free!
Wrests her ring and flings it over side of car.
Riders shriek. Sit down, we are in jeopardy.
As ferris wheel descends, couple clutch hand bar.
At bottom riders flee, thank their lucky stars.