Debbie Guzzi Poet Free verse

Notes About The Poem

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

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Andrew Crisci April 8, 2014 at 11:31 AM Congratulations, Debbie on your second place in nette onclaud's contest. Debbie. Saint Catherine was a martyr who faced a terrible death.From your description of that inquisition, I am transported to the exact day, time and place when she died on that wheel. Those horrible images come alive with your words so well penned. God bless you for your tribute to Saint Catherine. Enjoy your day. Warm hugs, Andrew.

Poet Destroyer A April 2, 2014 at 5:43 PM DEBBIE, Congratulations on your winning poem.... xox~ Linda

Skat A April 2, 2014 at 12:18 AM DEBBIE:) Congratulations, ON YOUR WIN ~SKAT~

Olusegun Arowolo April 1, 2014 at 5:33 PM Wonderful and lovely piece of work,Debbie...Congrats on your superb win in this contest..Light and love...

Nette Onclaud April 1, 2014 at 1:30 PM ohh, a unique interpretation of the theme, debbie , with a fiery spell to boot!... a well deserved win in my contest.. best cheers and huggs!

Anne-Lise Andresen April 1, 2014 at 3:40 AM - Congratulations on your winning poem in the contest: - A NIGHT SKY - Sponsored by: Nette Onclaud, Debbie ! - oxox // Anne-Lise :)

Dr.Ram Mehta April 1, 2014 at 12:59 AM Enjoyed the write creating a nice picture and congrats on the win, debbie

Reason A. Poteet March 31, 2014 at 10:49 PM Congratulations! I love poetry that is based on history. This is very much so, Debbie.

Michael Dom March 31, 2014 at 7:14 PM Beauty and wonder from the horror of humanity. What a night write. Congratulations on your win Debbie.

Sara Kendrick March 29, 2014 at 5:53 AM Way to go for the contest..Sure to win..Thanks for the visit to my page ...Sara

Paul Callus March 28, 2014 at 3:44 PM Catherine Wheels are part and parcel of the ground fireworks which are a main part of Maltese feasts. When manufactured on a professional scale they offer such a beautiful spectacle....very similar to that offered by this glowing poem :) // paul

Scott Thirtyseven March 27, 2014 at 4:21 AM I read this before reading your notes. It made a much nicer poem before I got that clearer picture. I'm not as comfortable with the drip now. Great imagery, love the night, a lovely flow, us the weak souls. But that drip has me queasy... Ps- I added a comment to my "Poe and I" comment, don't know if you ever saw it; wont add comments again.

Funom Makama March 25, 2014 at 4:35 PM Oh Debbie, this is so interesting and concised! I hope this takes the grand prize of the contest

Robert Pettit March 24, 2014 at 12:36 AM I believe I have seen them at carnivals. Good write as usual, Debbie.

Andrea Dietrich March 23, 2014 at 7:56 PM wow,Debs. GREAT imagery. Debbie Guzzi March 23, 2014 at 8:05 PM Thank you Andie

Eileen Manassian March 23, 2014 at 5:51 PM Debbie...such strong depictions you have brought to this poem...Love the part about the paper punched pin pricks....Loved the way you compared the night sky to St Catherine's wheel...such a powerful ethereal feel to it all. :) Ingrid Showalter Swift March 26, 2014 at 3:52 PM HI Debbie I second Eileen! Love " drip cascading from the shades and hues of purpleblack rhinestones sparks among the fluid pulse of spilt ink we call night paperpunched pin pricks" Fantastic write ! Stars...perfect and new Debbie Guzzi March 23, 2014 at 7:38 PM thank you oh sweet & brilliant one!