With precise movement,
Uniform in its execution,
The blacksmith in his forge
Pumps his pneumatic bellows,
Raising a shudder in the torchwood:
Terrible tangles of acrid smoke
And amber flickers denote
The rising of a delirious phoenix
No longer skulking in her cave of timber.
Satisfied with the ravenous ration,
The blacksmith heats a horseshoe
In the heat and fury,
And then christens it with loving lavation.
© Kim M. Russell, 2016
My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Wordle #125 “October 17th, 2016”
writing in north norfolk 
Fantastic use of the wordle words — a very clear and powerful image emerges. I’m still staring at the list, lol. : ] :
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Thank you! It took a while for the words to come this time but, once I got started, it all feel into place! 🙂
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This is … “hot.” 🙂
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Thank you!
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Kim, you are so prolific without compromising the quality of your writing. Using the blacksmith as a jumping off point for the prompt–perfect.
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Thank you, Victoria!
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Lovely Kim, I like how you used lavation….well done…
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Thanks Michael!
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Fantabulous! 🌹
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You are so kind!
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