Mill Wheel

“The Mill wheel wouldn’t turn until the Spring” “Old River’s” frozen heart a yearly thing cold solace of deep snow a lonely gift to those with ugly memories to sift. For wheels that grind the truth in darkened minds to sift the chaff of memories gone blind will place a ghastly crust upon pure snow and on the wind the question “Did you know?” ‘Whispers ran through the town from door to door’ lone footprints in the snow at rumors core the rabid tongues of venom’s righteous quest condemned sweet mercy’s visits as a test and so beside the silence of the wheel she hid the feelings “they” denied she feel. Spring thaw, a time of which nobody speaks ‘Ice melts, revealing secrets – the wheel creaks’ ©6/24/2018 for Viv Wigley – One, Nine, Sixteen V3.0 – Poetry Contest