Whirligig 50
Welcome to Sunday's 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 of them as you wish.
You may link your writing to this site beginning at midnight (Pacific Time) each Sunday. Use the linking button, which will "magically" appear at midnight (Pacific Time) Sunday. The Inlinkz button will remain operable for two weeks. Enjoy!
If you'd like to contribute 12 words, please e-mail them to me: magicalmysticalteacher@gmail.com
THIS WEEK'S WORDS come from "After Fifty Years" by William Faulkner: empty, shade, echoes, bent, birds, crown, mirrors, softness, blind, scent, body, snare
Words will be posted here each Wednesday.
Twelve words too many? Then visit Sunday Scribblings 2, where you will find one word to kick-start your writing.
Ooh crowns and mirrors..we couldn't be happier - thank you Magical
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Have a lovely Sunday :)
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Gathering Echoes
i have been blind without sight i feel for my crown
still in place a gift given to me i look into the mirror
i am reminded of the mirrors at the carnival i am distorted
still it is me the queen of hearts i have grown older
my face has the softness of age i set my snare
in hopes of catching something a lonely heart perhaps a scent
a track i follow the trail always alert
often i return my sack empty my body bent
from the weight of age folded like a letter slipped into an envelope
...or coffin which ever suits the skies are empty
no birds in sight i step over shades & shadows gather echoes
March 13, 2016