a crow’s cry cracked the silence
Sidra emptied her cup
even in this dark space
she saw that
the calligraphy was tinged
with red wine
a strap
bound the ancient text
she wanted to tap the secrets
of this fragile manuscript
to have her name
placed on the pages of history
Writing again with The Sunday Whirl. I used all the
words in some form in my story poem. The words are:
cup, calligraphy, bound, name, strap, cry, tap, space,
red, cracks, dark, tinged. It is my joy to write a wordle!
The photo is by SusuMa in Pixabay.
LOVE!!!!
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Thanks for letting me know, Miriam.
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Yes, I love it all, and the image is perfect!!
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Thanks so much, Annell. I love yours, too.
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You set the scene so well as the chance to interpret the text was hers to accomplish. Meanwhile the raven wishes he had a change from black feathers now and then!
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Ha, I like your interest in the corvid. They interest me, too. I appreciate your visit. Thanks for your comments!
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So beautiful – ominous and full of imagery. Yay! More more, Sabra. 🙂
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Thank you! I’ve been posting more lately. Love it when you visit my blog. Love your photography and poetry.
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Aw. Thanks, Sabra. I am glad you’re back to writing and posting. 🙂
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Love reading these – gets my mind moving into new realms.Thanks for posting!
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I love that you read them! I enjoy having random words to create a poem. I would never write these without Brenda’s Sunday Whirl words. Thanks, Molly!
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