Seasoned

The bittersweet tang of sticky marmalade

Swayed lightly on her toasted tongue

She glared at the tall wardrobe in the corner

Nothing was right in this gingerbread house-

It was all an ugly emotionless sham!

Bang!

Orange jelly wiggled on her shiny steel spoon

As she killed an afternoon fly quite mercilessly:

An innocent victim of her chronic bad mood.

She mourned its death quite piteously.

Struggling to banish this petulant attitude,

She chanted “liberosis” waving her arms about

What a strange spell for a witch so seasoned

And how curious that she not use her magic wand.

Dear Readers,

This has been a response to Mind Love Misery’s Menagerie’s Wordle #152 after a very long time !

Our instructions were as follows:

Use at least 10 of the words to create a story or poem

The words can appear in an alternate form

Use the words in any order that you like.

1. Lightly

2. House

3. Petulant (adj.)) moved to or showing sudden, impatient irritation, especially oversome trifling annoyance)

4. Liberosis ((n.) the desire to care less about things—to loosen your grip on your life, to stop glancing behind you every few steps, afraid that someone will snatch it from you before you reach the end zone—rather to hold your life loosely and playfully, like a volleyball, keeping it in the air, with only quick fleeting interventions, bouncing freely in the hands of trusted friends, always in play.)

5. Tall

6. Banish

7. Officer

8. Afternoon

9. Kill

10. Marmalade

11. Wardrobe

12. Attitude

Use at least 10 of the words to create a story or poem

The words can appear in an alternate form

Use the words in any order that you like.

 

 

gingerbreadhouse

 

 

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The sky blushing charcoal black

Adorns bright twinkling stars

Their simulacrum tricks the eye

Constellations clearly aligned

The bleary nostalgia that follows inside,

Now shows sure signs of spilling its guts;

First hits the taste of brown rice with melted butter

Preserved in the crevices of my considerate mind

I have ignored the deafening call,

Of my homeland, for so very long

Till it became ingrained in my faculty:

A convoluted reflex that saw no wrong.

Perhaps, in some way, like in Orpheus’ tale

I was scared to turn back, to see what I had lost

In the meantime, the proximate essence of my soul

Craved to find purpose, and slowly set sail.

I dip my legs in the paddy field,

Humble roots that once embarrassed me

But somehow fate has pulled me back

I smile with peace, and look up to see:

The sky blushing charcoal black

Adorns bright twinkling stars

Their simulacrum tricks the eye

Constellations clearly aligned

All the years it took me to recognise:

This is my abode, my earthly paradise.

Dear Readers,

This has been a response to Wordle #75 by Mind Love Misery’s Menagerie.

The rules were as follows:

Use at least 10 of the words to create a story or poem

The words can appear in an alternate form

Use the words in any order that you like

1. Orpheus (Greek Legend. a poet and musician, a son of Calliope, who followed hisdeadwife, Eurydice, to the underworld. By charming Hades, he obtained permission to leadher away, provided he did not look back at her until they returned to earth. But at thelast moment he looked, and she was lost to him forever.)

2. Follow

3. Meantime

4. Bleary

5. Considerate

6. Deafening

7. Proximate

8. Faculty

9. Simulacrum (a slight, unreal, or superficial likeness or semblance)

10. Preserve

11. Rice

12. Charcoal