Beneath the blue and beautiful sky above the ground of stones a tower looms with glitter and gold in beautiful hues and tones and in this tower there will be a maiden so fair and so sweet Waiting for a prince to come along and sweep her right off of her feet!
Welcome to The Whirligig, a place for you and your muse to find inspiration. Each Wednesday I will post 12 words with which you may create a poem, a short story, or some other piece of writing. Use the words in any form, as many (or as few) of them as you wish.https://sundayswhirligig.blogspot.com/2021/10/whirligig-340.html
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THIS WEEK’S WORDS come from “Song Sparrow” by Bruce Willard: sound, before, decades, porch, sparrow, summer, held, hand, bent, fingers, feathers, bone
Rising slowly above the mist the corpse will come he has a list of those to visit of those to haunt like your uncle Paul and then your aunt and then he’ll go and find you shaking to see what kinds of trouble you’re making he’ll laugh and grin and you will scream like the ghosts of hell in a real bad dream.
Like a fledgling in the morning who steps upon the dew The old-timer stops and views it In the blondish amber hue He watches as it canters through fields of wheat and grass Unable to find some solace A grimace at this pass Where will nature take it the babe he looks upon He fears not for its safety Yet waits until it’s gone.
From beneath the trees that hung so low there was a light a dim, soft glow That came from when the trolls did sit Agitated by human shit They hated fun and sneered at love They wanted tricks fit like a glove to all their nonsense played upon the men and women just about everyone.