Errant breeze whips through her white dress
Mud caked on bare feet, like a layer of glass.
Hair wild and cheeks flushed with effort,
She runs against herself, for the most part.
A placid morning dew, now a prodigious storm;
Thunder and lightning orchestrating:
What a pseudo-emotional shivaree they’ve planned!
The elements seem to echo her tumultuous mind
She screams silently, raising delicate hands to the sky
Breath fails her throat, a sharp stitch in the sides
Her elbow is grabbed suddenly from behind
She stares, mouth agape, at those half-dead eyes
Only telesthesia could save her now
(She laughs at that thought, somewhere, inside)
She follows the man back like a docile lamb
Biting her lips to stop laughing,
Drinking rain and tears sliding down.
Wow. It really has been a long time. I have no excuse for my absence except laziness and writer’s block. Maybe I celebrated the month after OctPoWriMo with a month of NoWriNo (No Writing November) Haha.
So here’s an attempt at Mind Love Misery’s Wordle #87 to try to get back into poetry writing. I am pretty rusty so please do bear with me.
The words we had for the prompt this week are as follows:
5. Shivaree (
7. Prodigious (
9. Telesthesia (
11. White (Not in the wordle but I can only find 11 words if you spot the 12th let me know if not will just use white!)
Use at least 10 of the words to create a story or poem (these are hard!)
The words can appear in an alternate form
Use the words in any order that you like.
Hope you enjoyed it.
I missed you all, and I hope to get back to writing :)!