Mill Wheel

The Mill wheel wouldn't turn until the Spring Everyone had left, the workers, the clients It was locked up, quiet and abandoned Left standing lone, proud and chivalrous Awaiting the imminent coming of winter With its winds and blankets of snow Knowing it would remain undisturbed Through the cruelest season while Whispers ran through the town from door to door Wafts of mutterings heard over the hill Yet abandoned off in the distance Unaware of its impending fate As the days, weeks and months pass by Tormenting and ravaging gusts of bitter cold Shaken and distraught yet a survivor Ice melts, revealing secrets- the wheel creaks The mill owner had been involved in a scandal And maybe the mill would reopen, maybe it wouldn’t AP: 2nd place 2020 Submitted on June 30, 2018 for contest ONE, NINE, SIXTEEN V3.0 sponsored by VIV WIGLEY