…..
She chimes
in,
mirrors his gaze
with tattered phrase
and scattered straw;
vast law curved and
caught, scaled raw
until the edge turns
……..….(burns)
just right.
She fights
and dreams of
flight,
loose limbs
skirted in mist.
…
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I like teh image “loose limbs skirted in mist.”. A very economical use of the prompt words.
Now that’s how to wordle!
Take the 12 words add two dozen more and produce an meaningful story of a broken relationship and dreams. Couldn’t be better than this.
It’s not even that many, considering that “and” is used a few times.
You are really good at fitting your words together!
I love this line break:
“She chimes
in”
Geez. This is a great poem. I don’t think there’s a single part that isn’t my favorite. Other than the lines I already mentioned, I’d say, from here: “mirrors his gaze with tattered phrase,” to here: “loose limbs skirted in mist,” I’m pretty crazy about.
Now I think this may be my favorite:
“vast law curved and
caught, scaled raw
until the edge turns”
Maybe it’s because you wrote about a dragon in a more recent poem, but I’m picturing the speaker as a woman who’s been emotionally beaten up and so she’s hiding in the forest nursing her wounds, dreaming about completely turning into a dragon with a mouth that only breathes fire when she’s flying, high above and far away from everyone below. Your title is also “Fo[r] Rest.” It’s time for her to fly away and rest/read what’s left of her book alone.
I am so happy you found the “For Rest.”
You rock.
How do you manage to say so much with so few words? I stand in awe of your pen!
Whirling with James Joyce
Well wordled!