I chew my apple slowly,
listening to the palinoia of jaws cracking
and teeth grinding over and over again.
I peer through the gall
and wormwood of grime on the window pane
at beech leaves fringed with frigid lace.
A stain of brilliant orange burns my face,
halfway between the curtain
and the dipping sun.
Outside, gulls dive,
cinched by the wind.
I pause, dazzled by the glint of my vintage ring.
Kim M. Russell, 2017
Image from a painting by Sharon Sprung found on Pinterest
My reponse to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Wordle #143 “February 20th, 2017”
Your jaw sounds like mine…love this poem, great write for the prompt words.
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Thank you, Hélène!
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Very Mesmerizing. 🌹🌹🌹
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🙂
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I love the way you used the words. This is my favorite wordle for this challenge.
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So seamlessly you bent the word to your will… love the conceit of that gold… a reason to be glad.
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This is one of my favourite Wordles!
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