I wanted to ride the Ferris wheel alone, but you
slipped into the seat beside me, entered my space.
My eyes clammed shut as we cranked up and up
but you managed to prise them open with that sharp
tongue, to uncover two grey pearls, glinting in the
moonlight. I realised then that I could see for miles;
for once I was less consumed by my fear of heights
as I was wrapped up safely in the view. But then
my newfound confidence curdled, turned cocksure.
I rocked the seat, thrashed my legs to and fro to test
its limits. I wanted to see how far I could push us,
without spilling us out, dribbling us over the seat’s
lip. You could have climbed down, left me to fall
alone, but you had slipped into that seat beside me
and there you stayed until we came full circle, and
left with that wheeled eye blinking into the backdrop
– together.
slipped into the seat beside me, entered my space.
My eyes clammed shut as we cranked up and up
but you managed to prise them open with that sharp
tongue, to uncover two grey pearls, glinting in the
moonlight. I realised then that I could see for miles;
for once I was less consumed by my fear of heights
as I was wrapped up safely in the view. But then
my newfound confidence curdled, turned cocksure.
I rocked the seat, thrashed my legs to and fro to test
its limits. I wanted to see how far I could push us,
without spilling us out, dribbling us over the seat’s
lip. You could have climbed down, left me to fall
alone, but you had slipped into that seat beside me
and there you stayed until we came full circle, and
left with that wheeled eye blinking into the backdrop
– together.
Tyler Turner is a writer and student based in Sheffield, UK. She recently graduated with a degree in English and History and is to embark on a Creative Writing master’s later this year. In 2017, she was shortlisted for the Wicked Young Writer Award.