7. Attractancy (n)) the capacity of, especially of a pheromone, to attract)
The scrap rose colored cloth dangles from the swinging branch. The courtyard, place of treasured folly, teases me to proceed. The razor of attractancy strikes like a bolt from the blue. The perturbation dances with the pleasing thrill of the chase.
My foot falls toward the inevitable.
“Delirium, you simple haven take up residence upon Elysian fields.” Hyacinth snorts in her insidious way. “Please gather those jaded mercurial excuses of yours.”
My eyes pick at her anthracite and wisteria soul. Her mask worn tightly is that of a quixotic pariah. My body language reduced to a transparent silhoute. Inside my kaleidoscope of emotions challenge my lucidity. I long to lash out in ciphers, the remnants of past fractures. The zenith of my fury is a sigh and yawn.
Still her vicious basilisk eyes pierce my spirit. Her residual boredom plays a requiem upon her xylophone of unkept threats.
“You are horribly jaded.” Her hips snap her elsewhere, placing me back to the ossuary of her world.
*one word from each letter, at least
“The birds. They are toxic!” She yells from her perch above and behind me.
My mind pines to find the faul fowl in question. My eyes catch from whence the chatter originates.
Her expression flies upon her outstretched left wing. Her desperation swopes down like talons.
“Did we not poison the air in which they soar?” I find wind beneath me thoughts. “Did we not poison the water they drink?”
Her hawk like eyes pierce at my gizzard. She frantically struts about her roost. Those eyes never leaving the clutch of her wraith.
“The birds! They are toxic!” Her raven hair flows about her. The fading light of evening paints red feathers within those locks.
“She has been yelling that all day.” The cormorant twists its head back at me. “Robin, her name is Robin.”
I preen my ears. The avian puzzle leaves me nothing to crow about.
My heart beats slowly
It’s collection of shadows cast
Future and past layers deep
Lost in within time and place
Eyes search for paths nonexistent
My feet let to figure out touch
From whence I came is gone
Destination lies in the clouds
Nothing lingers like a scar
Hope covers all wounds inside
That impulse jump starts my senses
Tiny rays chase away those shadows
Sunrises of the soul break
The stick sings as it slashes through the air. The promising cut flies passing the machine that strands all that data in digital netherland. I stare yearning for light in the darkness. My mind’s journey talks to me pitching ways to get even with technology.
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The rocking chair slowly dips forward and snaps back. Over and over it repeats. Two dead eyes look upon Maple street. A hollow body creaks as chair moves.
“They are coming here…. THEY are coming HERE….” Gerald rouses the stale air about him. “Just let me BE!”
A beeping sound rattles the front of his stone house, shaking the windows. The big box truck lunges at the yard. It’s tires tear into green grass. The engine roars as the curb resists the weight of someone else’s memorabilia collection.
Gerald scoots the chair closer to the window. “Leave me be! It’s my home! Its still my … home!”
Two figures emerge from the truck. Their eyes wonder across the house built like a fortress.
“If it just looked as solid on the inside…” Hank speaks a bit louder than he thinks.
“It just needs some love.” Peggy wraps her arm about his waist.
“Old abandoned houses…..” He smiles briefly “Remember taking all that old stuff out….filling dumpsters.”
“Didn’t we throw out the rocking chair by that window?” She starts to pull away.
Exoteric ((adj.) suitable for or communicated to the general public: not belonging, limited, or pertaining to the inner or select circle, as of disciples or intimates: popular, simple, common place
Emulation ((n.) effort or desire to equal or excel others: jealous rivalry)
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.
Tag: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie and Wordle
“Easement of any edge…” Raul pauses midthought. “Enough of a gap for evil to extract its ethereal control.”
“So exoteric ideas gain entry from afar, elsewhere to exact which emulsion?” Clyde plays along.
“The brain is the only equipment need to erase logic.” Raul is as tired of the political season as the partisan play that accompanys it.
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The orange construction barrel appeared overnight. It immediately became a source of intrigue for the preteen set.
“It’s got a Griffin on it!” Andrew jumps his words out ahead of his bike. He isn’t waiting for others to scoop his news “I think I seen it move!”
“You’re an idiot!” Mack doesn’t turn to address him but stays locked on the other boys. “Ain’t nothing but a barrel.”
Gene leans to the side to look past Mack. “It’s heavy. I tried to push it in the road. It’s got something inside. These guys are scared to move it!”
“You losers can go play in the road. Michael & I are gonna watch old lady Myers beat you with her umbrella again!” Mack commands the group into submission.
“Let’s go Gene. I bet if we open it ….” Andrew catches his breath and turns toward the magical barrel “Something cool is inside.”
The boys watch Andrew rush across the street. He pushes the barrel over.
“Whoa!” Andrew’s final words
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“None of them match?!” Joseph whispers to Joan.
She scans the rainbow display unfettered.
“The sizes aren’t even together.” Joseph continues.
She homes in a few different ones.
“I mean… This bizarre has all kinds stores.” His voice wavers. “I don’t get why we are here.”
She grabs two golden sandals from from different display boards.
“Are you even listening!” He looks at the side of her smiling face.
“The guy behind the counter is blind but not deaf.” She smiles the married woman smile that translates he is not with me.
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The alarm can not remove the mental cobwebs. I shake myself and reach for caffeine inspired cure. My mood seems to melt into the dreary outside. A surely chill finds my back. This was the day of change I promised myself.
I am too old for sudden change. My mind is circumspect to my desire for new paths. Restlessness seems cozy in this grey slimy day. I stare at the door leading me to that sudden change. It seems further away than normal.
Heroic efforts get me upright.
“I have this in me, I know it. I’ll charge through that door” my pep talk does wonders for my weary soul.
I open the door. The grey spills into my face like a cold wet kiss. My energy tries to crash and burn. I realize I have forgotten to dress accordingly.
We will try this again.