
Ben’s prompt guidelines
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!
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Bella’s Flashback
Bella sat upon the seat, banana shaped and red
She rode along a winding path through clock cog roads instead
The path wound back and forth and then she pushed the cuckoo out
She rode her bike and watched her watch at each hour she’d shout
But someone dear forgot to wind the clock where she was at
So she ditched her bike and held the wires of a gentlemanly dressed cat
Pull this string and arms go up, its magniloquent voice so loud
the dancing cat was her main act to please the growing crowd
When evening came to say goodnight she put the cat to bed
And kneeling down she said her prayers, hands folded, bowing head
When she was done she kissed her mom and plugged in her night light
And took her little glow worm friend and sleep she did not fight
©2025 CBialczak
Banana bikes, cuckoo clocks, puppet marionettes, saying prayers, night lights, and a glow worm to snuggle.

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hi, Christine 💗
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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Thank you!
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Christine, “she ditched her bike and held the wires of a gentlemanly dressed cat” feels so delightfully surreal to me—like stepping into a child’s dream mid-scene. I love the quirky charm woven through Bella’s world.
~David
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I had that sort of dream-like feeling when writing this
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Christine, your rhyme works like clockwork winding us back down memory lane to the mechanical ‘gear’ we tinkered by dawn to dusk – our imagination at play; thank you.
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Thanks for reading Ben!
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Playful and whimsical– great take on the prompt!
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This would make a lovely illustrated bedtime story for children, Christine. Nicely done!
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what a cute idea!
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I second this!
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Such a whimsical poem!! Lovely!
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You know I’ve looked and looked, and I don’t think I’ve ever been able to find one of those bikes with a banana seat like in the old days. Not that I would buy it now because it looked pretty ridiculous. Anyhow, some of the old stuff is still pretty neat.
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Those banana seats weren’t comfortable!!
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I thought they were better than the little ones that were on the ten speed bikes and you could fit two people on one seat!
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True that it was easier to ride double but my butt was so small that it was uncomfortable unless I stood up to pedal… Lucky for me I had a regular Schwinn – the stingray belonged to my youngest sister….
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I can’t even believe the way we used to ride bikes! Backwards, on the handlebars, dragging our feet, no feet…
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Hehe! Yup, the number of times I was nearly dumped off the back was funny then but terrifies me now! At least most of my bike injuries were to my knees! (unlike my sister who fell and had her head run over by 3 other people (one of which was me) – we were playing follow the leader!
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oh my! That must have been pretty horrible but honestly when it happens to kids they laugh after, if it happens to adults we are damaged for life!
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Hehe! She was so angry! Other than the tire smudge on her face and the pebble indentations on her cheek, she was fine! It also meant she stopped joining my friends….
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You took me on a trip down memory lane.
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Good then it worked! 😊
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Lovely poem Christine.
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Thank you
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You’re welcome
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I love how you weaved all the objects so smoothly, great read 💞
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Thank you
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