Home, Stanza, Mallards, River, Gramophone, Cascade, veil, stones, cage, mists, boggy, symbol, currents, faithless, impermanence, camouflage, torrent, fissure, blood, bend, cards, ink, droplets, texture, willows, dance, dual, dolls, muck, oars, magic, free, trumpet, scenery, scent, pleasure, stripes, forsaking, melody, limpid, tides, fire
Blood cascades through fissures in mighty torrents,
waiting to collide with pleasure
as the tide reaches its’ high.
Through a misty veil we breathe,
dance to a twisted melody,
temporarily let out
of cages covered in magic symbols,
revealing our human impermanence.
Holding it high,
our faithlessness to nature
shines like a badge,
proclaiming our right to free will.
We will do what we want,
with no regard for the future!
Greed plays the trumpet
on a scratchy old gramophone
as we gyrate and twist,
in a procession along the boggy banks life’s river,
never stopping to take in the scenery around us,
up to our knees in muck,
but forsaking the scent of beautiful roses along the way.
There will be no redemption for us,
we have no home to return to
and we are set adrift
without oars on a sea of fire.
Only through these droplets of ink on paper
can we bend our minds away from the wheel of our lives
as it spins ever faster – faster until
today blends with tomorrow
in blurry stripes of red on white.
Perchance we are the mallards of the universe,
simple lures for Gods unknown?
Perhaps we are merely limpid dolls,
discarded and forgotten
amid the willows and stones that line this river.
Constantly we fight
the currents of happiness,
tearing ourselves to pieces
on their roughly textured waves.
But still, in our final stanza,
we are but dual beings
with blood that cascades
through the fissures of the mighty torrent
as we wait to collide with pleasure
when the tide reaches its’ high.
This is my first ever (and possibly last) attempt at a giant wordle (I haven’t even counted the number of words it uses) and I am really out of my usual element with this. The prompt We Wordle #17 can be found at Red Wolf Poems and I think (THINK being the operative word here) that I’ve covered all the words.