I sat down and played with titles and wordle words; the results follow.
In the combination tale, “The Eagle Has Landed”, the title snippets are in bold; wordle words are in italics.
“Choose one or more of the titles below and fashion a poem or story around it =)”
A Fairytale with a Very Bad End
The Scarlet Temple
Shadow Puppet
An Unavoidable Encounter
Cracked Facade
I is an Illusion
Famished: An Unrelenting Silence
Festering Roots
7 Years
Ineffable
~relation-ships~
on the cracked façade
in the scarlet temple
of my famished heart
the unrelenting silence
sends festering roots deep
an unavoidable encounter
with ineffable 7 years
of broken mirror bad luck
mlmm bonus holiday 2 wordle words:
“This is your second holiday Wordle list! 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.”
morii: desire to capture a fleeting experience; drop; florid: reddish, rosy, ruddy, excessively ornate, flowery, showy; tussle (not used); ribbon; song; preparation; dawn; solstice; poinsettia; perforate; wine
She perforates her skin; drop of florid blood into cup of winter wine. Singing song of preparation, she plaits ribbons into her hair. Waiting for the morii, perfect moment of poinsettia-red streaked solstice dawn.
“The Eagle Has Landed”
She saw him, one solstice dawn, when florid streaks of poinsettia-red bled from the clouds. Examining the cracked façade of the Scarlet Temple, singing a song in a language she no longer understood.
He slung a pack off his back, then kneeling with a trowel, scraped at the millennial of earth covering the festering roots of the temple’s soul looking for answers.
She did not know he searched these mountains for an ineffable 7 years; his colleagues always trying to perforate his belief of finding her like the popping of balloons on New Year’s Eve.
So, like a shadow puppet, his strings pulled by unseen forces, he moved towards an unavoidable encounter with her.
She was famished in the unrelenting silence of her perch atop the world; his voice was deep blood-red like wine at the wedding feast.
She dropped down from her aerie, calling, wheeling, soaring. Praying he would see her, love her as she did him.
The man looked up, shading his eyes from the bright ribbon of sunlight slashing between the mountain peaks.
Prepared, he reached for his gun, a sniper-marksmen shot right into the descending eagle’s heart. “I loved you and I am done,” she screamed – her worlds unintelligible to her lover, her killer.
But I is an illusion in fairytales with a very bad end, for as her feathered body hit the temple floor, for a morii, she returned to her human form; that most beautiful woman; the wife he had lost in those mysterious mountains.
(c) Lorraine
image: Where Eagles Reign (from Deviant Art) by Child of Bodhom
January 7, 2018 at 2:36 pm
Tainted moonlight spills into the void
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January 4, 2018 at 8:33 pm
Golden fleece saturated with stains of lost dreams
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January 7, 2018 at 4:50 am
brings no warmth of brittle sky nights
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January 1, 2018 at 12:52 am
Our lover is often our killer. But usually not on fast wings, rather paper cuts deliberately giving
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January 1, 2018 at 11:40 am
Yes, the death is usually less spectacular.
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January 1, 2018 at 3:13 pm
Last heartbeat reduced to whimper
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January 1, 2018 at 3:52 pm
flashing before eyes, a life, a love gone sour
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January 1, 2018 at 3:54 pm
Soul bruising lungs spilling last sweet breath
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January 1, 2018 at 11:01 pm
heart pumping; blood flowing as River Styx
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January 2, 2018 at 12:51 am
Loniless seeks a ferry man, gold price be damned
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January 4, 2018 at 2:19 am
but don’t pay the ferry man with blood til the other side
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January 4, 2018 at 8:59 am
For his keen senses taste your desperation
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January 4, 2018 at 6:22 pm
he thrives of on the tears of hand maidens and gigolos.
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December 31, 2017 at 6:17 pm
I agree with Michael.🌹
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January 1, 2018 at 12:20 am
Thanks, and all the best in 2018 to you!
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January 1, 2018 at 2:51 am
And you too 💜💜💜
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December 31, 2017 at 5:34 pm
Great writing Lorraine…plus i like the image you chose…
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January 1, 2018 at 12:20 am
Thanks, Michael.
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