Wednesday, March 9, 2016

Whirligig 50

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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:

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.


  1. Ooh crowns and mirrors..we couldn't be happier - thank you Magical

  2. interesting words.

  3. Have a lovely Sunday :)

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  5. For some reason my blog insists on publishing my poem in a pile?

    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