On the Throwing of Parts in a Well
Related to the prompt from two days ago, today’s prompt was also to do with similes. But, this time similes in ’expanded’ form - epic similes, like this one from John Milton.
Here is my attempt.
Like the ricochet of bolts and screws bouncing off the walls of wells The steep decline of rocky surfaces the pools of bilge and mud and tiny, unknowable creatures who could live only in darkness. Being showered now with shapes from heaven hexagons, cylinders, spirals perfection yet unmatched by the geological movements of the deep earth and rock, whose spirals and rivets were like the creases of an unmade bed and not like those, drawn by Euclid and laid out by thunderous machines Like the bottom that could not be known fully, but only peered at from a height, or as an unconscious memory of a time before birth Like the forgotten end of a tunnel, which was also a beginning Like the echo of the ricochet, cackling in the ears of the thrower And like the thrower, whose gesture is mocked by the echo and the emptiness of a response which is an echo return to sender He pushed the envelope into the mailbox The perfectly formed shapes of letters within, calling out in joyous chorus to the girl, long since gone and whose only response return to sender