From A Wordling Whirl of Sundays comes another magnificent wordle prompt:
Retribution
I have a train ticket that will
take me far away from these
ancient brambly hillsides, the
thrumming of the flinty rain,
the lonely whispered wind.
I've a raw aching in my heart,
an impossible thirst. I dream
longingly, ardently about him;
fairy-tale visions sustain me.
Ever resilient, red-hot passion
animates my spirit. Scribbling
out a scheme, I plan my revenge.
7 comments:
This is gorgeous Marianne. From start to finish you worked these words, and entwined a few intriguing phrases as your agenda unfolds...
"ancient thorny hillsides"
"thrumming of the flinty rain"
Love it!!
~Brenda
Seamless, Marianne, beautifully laid out words. Nice to see you over at Brenda's wordle site, yay!
Pamela
Is this the fury of a woman scorned...? :)
Ahhhh, you wrote a revenge poem too, I see. LOL. The ending took me by surprise. It all sounded so very sweet until the last line! Fine writing.
Marianne, I agree with Mary. I didn't pay attention to the title, and the language in the middle hints at a positive passion, so I was caught off-guard at the end. The ambiguity works well here - that fine line between love and hate. A fine take on those wordle words.
Richard
Wow. This is neat. You make such an intriguing poem out of it. Very cool.
Whoa!
I missed the title first time around. Caught up in the passion, but the wrong passion. Totally ate the wordle, Marianne!
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