
Youthful hand palms the crank,
twisting slowly, eager anticipation.
A melody twinkles, softly spiraling
like her dance,
all tipped toes and curled arms.
Frail, wrinkled hands grip the crank,
memories twirling back
of moments magniloquent,
bolder than life itself,
captured in her dance.
Ben provided us with a playful prompt this week for the Wea’ve Written Weekly. Below is the background and prompt guidance:
There once was a prompt named “W3”
Calling writers of the world to see
How, mechanics gets hazy
When mechanisms go crazy
As this prompt shifts ‘gears’, suddenly!
This week, I invite you to step into a world of old-timey wonders—where cogs spin, gears click, and imagination runs on steam.
Picture a player piano humming to life…
A snow globe that sings and twirls…
A zeppelin drifting lazily across the sky…
Or the steady chug of a locomotive on the tracks.
We’re diving into vintage mechanical marvels: music boxes, paddle steamers, tractor engines, grandfather clocks, fob watches, steamships, penny-farthings—you name it. You can focus on one or weave together a chorus of whirring inventions in your verse.
Your challenge:
Craft a poem inspired by these bygone mechanisms—let your mind whirl and tick with poetic possibility. And here’s the twist: be sure to include the word magniloquent somewhere in your poem!

Sarah – what a lovely little vignette, there’s something timeless and tender in the contrast you’ve created here – beautiful 💕
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Thank you for your kind words 😊❤️
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You are most welcome ❤️
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I remember as a little girl opening and closing the music box wondering where the ballerina went when the lid closed. How was she always standing and dancing as soon as the lid was opened? This brought back great memories.
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They are a marvel! I did the same with my grandma’s music box as a child; I would try to peek into it and see if I could spot the ballerina before her dance.
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Sarah, I can see the music box through the lifetime of the owner – child to ancient and the same enjoyment across the years!! Bravo!!
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Thanks! I really enjoyed this prompt and actually got my poem in early for once 😂
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I love when that happens!! And it is a really wonderful poem!!
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Sarah, this is so beautiful – the nostalgia is tangible, immersing the reader there within the moment and the memory; fabulous.
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Thank you so much, Ben! I really enjoyed your prompt this week.
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I love how you’ve captured the timeless delight the music box offers, no matter the age. From youth to old age, its charm endures—bravo!
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Thank you! 😊
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You have captured the prompt nicely, beautiful poem!
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Thank you, Elizabeth!
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Sarah, I really love how you move from the “youthful hand” to the “frail, wrinkled hands”—there’s such a quiet ache in that. “Memories twirling back / of moments magniloquent” really stood out to me… so much feeling packed into that turn.
~David
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Thank you, David! 🥰
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*hug*
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hi, Sarah 💗
Just wanna let you know that this week’s W3, hosted by our beloved Lesley, is now live:
https://skepticskaddish.com/2025/07/23/w3-prompt-169-weave-written-weekly/
Enjoy❣️
Much love,
David
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Thanks, David! I’ll check it out today.
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YAY!
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