St Catherine's Wheel

Alive aglow you seem to drip cascading from the shades and hues of purpleblack rhinestones sparks among the fluid pulse of spilt ink we call night paperpunched pin pricks so as not to blind weak seeing souls such as we – peircings to the Universal right the cyclonic spin the sandpapersparks fly ignited by the sons of light throng, and pulse, sear and burn endless and eternal is the night Contest: The Night Sky Poet: Debbie Guzzi Date: 3/23/14 *St. Catherine's wheel is a firework in the form of a flat coil that spins when fixed to something solid and lit. **See about the poem *** The origin of the device is horrific Catherine was spun burned and killed on a larger version