Wordle -Heavily Scented

Today we have a theme wordle as suggested by my husband. The other senses will be treated separately. Feel free to add additional sound words to your poem.

1. Earthy

2. Jasmine

3.Sulfuric

4. Exhaust

5. Peppermint

6. Acrid (sharp or biting to the taste or smell; bitterly pungent; irritating tothe eyes, nose, etc.)

7. Sudor (sweat)

8. Musk

9. Bouquet

10. Incense

11. Coffee

12. Fetor (stench)

13. Antiseptic

14. Redolence (having a pleasant odor, reminiscent)

15. Sunshine

Use at least 12 of the words to create a story or poem (we have fifteen this time)

The words can appear in an alternate form

Use the words in any order that you like.

Tag: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie and Wordle

Sunshine casts long white rays into a smoke filled room.  Jasmine and musk incense long exhausted. Pieces of sulfuric ash mark its passage.The bouquet of acridic earth and coffee struggle to surface. 

Redolent peppermint lived here once.  Sudor scents would follow you home.  Memories are bittersweet now.   The stench of fetor lingers after awhile. No antiseptic will remove it. 

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Guest Inside – Photo challenge 121

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Chloe told me.   It's the little things that count.   Ever since her smile graced my life this has been helter shelter.   I was more alive but everything around me faded. Animals left Newberry to return.   Friends stopped calling.   I was convinced I was cursed. 

Chloe said love don't be stupid you have me. 

I went to the old lady who sells herbs.  She thought it was a curse.  She told me, my shadow wasn't mine anymore.  The hands and body were of another person, or thing,....or demon!  She gave me a sack of special things for my pillow and doorway.  She says she can see things with eyes that aren't hers.

I put the herbs around my door.   I packed the rest in my pillow.  I waited.   Chloe didn't come. She didn't call.   I held her picture but couldn't see her face.   I could almost touch the blue dress.   But after four months, what did you look like.   The old lady played tricks on me.  A bag of agrimony,mandrake, mullein, and valerian can't remove a face. But your picture has a hole. 

The old bag told me there was demon. Why did it have to be you? 

Written as part of two challenges links at tge top and below.  The photo credit is linked to challenge below: https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2016/07/12/photo-challenge-121/





Wordle #117

1. Itch

2. Turnstile

3. Ambisinister (clumsy or unskillful with both hands.)

4. Narrow

5. Ephemerid (an insect of the order Ephemeroptera, comprising the mayflies.)

6. Turnstile

7. Bribe

8. Chamber

9. Plush

10. Shiver

11. Benign

12. Destruct

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

My eyes narrow.   An itch attacks my ankle. Beyond the turnstile sits the narrow chamber.  My mind bribed me with plush thoughts of a benign redemption.

Self destruct mode is a shiver away.  I fumble with a lock, ambidextrous turns to ambisinister.  I look at a fading hope, fluttering on wings of an ephemerid.   

Writing Prompt #167 – Wooden Guy

https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2016/07/10/writing-prompt-167-collage-special-edition/

The road to Broomfield is a haphazard affair.   The river stays hidden.  Lost houses are reclaimed by nature.  Sad trees part revealing the docks.

The yellow and green boat left with the flotsam and jetsom.  It shares a backwater with tires, plastic bottles and enough paper to build a tree.  The precious cargo stares out the window.   A fifty dollar boat with a half million dollar statue.  

“At least, the wooden man is sea worthy.” I talk to Noone.   I’m here for the wooden man.

The door fails to open with the key.   It’s locks tumblers haven’t budged in years.  The wooden man laughs at me from inside.  Actually, a note lays next to him. “I am weary of my wisdom, like the bee that hath gathered too much honey.”

I marvel at the why.  I slam the door hard enough to hurt my shoulder.   The boat groans.  But eases the door loose from its rusty trim.  

“My friend, we are going to auction.   You have a world awaiting your presence.”  I stare at him like an adversary.

A loud creak sounds from behind me.   The door closes itself.  It rattles me a bit.   But my prize is at hand.   I wrap the wooden guy in a drop cloth.   Can’t damage the goods.

The boat groans again.  This time the boat lists to the right.   The windows angle down toward the water.  

My phone buzzes.  I shake the sinking boat for a second. 

“Is it real?  Do you have possession?” The text reads.

“Yes, it’s prefect.   Worth half a million.  I’ll certify it now.”  I text back.

The water creeps into the bottom of the door.  I pull on the door.   It refuses to budge.  I grab the wooden guy and run upstairs to find a window to break out.   Us land lubbers fail to realize what capsized means until to late. 

The bee is stuck in a web of gold.

I flail in water stuffed in a boat.  

“Insurance money beats an auction.”  I should have known.

The Devil May Care

Written as part of a challenge, details below

https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2016/07/03/writing-prompt-june-19-2016-its-in-the-details/comment-page-1/#comment-12919

There’s an inch.  Under the skin.  Deep.  Primal.  Consequences, meaningless.  Urges sweat out details.   Impulses.  Erratic behaviors, the real spice of life.

Harum-scarum.  I never knew my own name.   I knew my calling card.   I knew my path.   It burnt on path with two edges.  The heart knows why the mind runs slow.   Caution is brakes on lightenment.  Taste of fruit left on the vine is far too tempting. 

My mind finds its query.  Thought is the enemy of desire.  Reactions quick and decisive.  Even in flames. The attitude feeds the fragmented soul.  My ever present friend helps me out from the inside.

Downstream – Photo challenge #120

Photo credit: Alessio Albi

Ties that bind don’t allows hold things down.  He planned everything but mechanical failure.  A lock that doesn’t catch.   The open window.   A moment in time.   When the stars align.  When the shadows hide movement.  Chances to escape are like rain.  It runs off before your eyes, if you let it.

The hounds are still barking. The cool water in the muddy river pushes me away.  It slows my pulse.  Keeps my chest from collapsing or exploding.  I see twilight descending.  I know my escape is far from over.  The hounds draw closer.  No voices are carry in the still light.

The river starts to flatten out.  The openness scares me.  The feeling of shallow water terrifies me.  The cable still straps the top half tight.   Thighs have tried to be free, but that is reserved for feet and shins.  Movement first.  Untying can wait.  But now the water is giving me away.  

I try to lay flat but my arms can’t suport my body.  Spinning over to my back, I float helpless.  I lift my head looking for obstacles.  I can’t do anything about them.   But I’ll know they are coming.

Dogs have come really close.  They are hundred yards off.   They follow the river also.   The river turns away from them ahead.   If I can just get there first.

His voice.   It jumps from the woods.  I seize.  Paralysis sets in.  The water deepens. I am back to a head above water. His voice carries.  Someday, I’ll get back to him.   I’ll keep this cable.

Wordle #116 – Firecracker

1. Starch

2. Trample

3. Protean (readily assuming different forms or characters; extremely variable. changeable in shape or form, as an amoeba. (of an actor or actress) versatile; able to play many kinds of roles.)

4. Walnut

5. Strop (any of several devices for sharpening razors, especially a strip of leather or other flexible material.)

6. Staccato

7. Waltz

8. Churn

9. Wallflower

10. Dummy

11. Proboscis (the trunk of an elephant. any long flexible snout, as of the tapir. Also called beak. the elongate, protruding mouth parts of certain insects, adapted for sucking or piercing. any of various elongate feeding, defensive, or sensory organs of the oral region, as in certain leeches and worms. Facetious. the human nose, especially when unusually long or prominent.)
NJ
12. Fireworks (the Wordle was missing a word so I added it in)

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
https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2016/07/04/wordle-116-july-4th-2016/

Her staccato voice tramples the conversation.  She waltzes into the room churning the starch filled wallflowers.  Her eyes fixed on each dummy.  Gazing at the proboscis protruding from their faces. It’s always fireworks for her, greatness in protean nothing else.  The gawking men have the combined mettle of a walnut.  She gleams her steely blade among the strop of their souls.

Black Magic Women Tales Weaver #74

My gris gris bag rests between my fingers.  I picture the face.  I hang a smile on my face. Time ticks away pieces of life.  Visions of perfection in his life, melt like wax trickling from its candle.  It is justice.  It is vengeance. Heart ripping for heart ripping.

The price is forgotten long afterwards. I forged a chain of misery.  I dragged it, creating furrows.  The black vines reaching get out to strangle what ever they touch.  I preyed to every demon, devil, banshee, wraith.  If its dark, the welcome mat was out.

The shadows parted.  Like a flashlight splitting the night, their she was. Her angles were sleek, elongated reaching the edges I dare not think of.  But I welcomed her into my world.  My essence would bring my redemption.   The embrace of ice burnt through my soul.  The darkling that consummated the deal will return to me.

There would be holes nothing could fill again, but I would share that with her new man.  I would know what consumed the Sun.  He will know madness instead.  The Black Magic Woman told me so.

Wordle #115 Cold Ash

1. Smash

2. Tiresome

3. Perfidy (deliberate breach of faith or trust; faithlessness; treachery)

4. Corner

5. Phallus (an image of the male reproductive organ, especially that carried in procession in ancient festivals of Dionysus, or Bacchus, symbolizing the generative power in nature. Anatomy. the penis, the clitoris, or the sexually undifferentiated embryonic organ out of which either of these develops.)

6. Deface

7. Familiar

8. Sediment

9. Heartrending

10. Occupy

11. Rakefire (A visitor who outstays his or her welcome. Originally, someone who stays so late the dying coals in the fireplace would need to be raked over just to keep it burning.)

12.League

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

https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2016/06/27/wordle-115-june-27th-2016/

Rancid league occupies your tiresome form.  The chance to smash every corner your perfidy gives me hope.  Im rakefire clinging in the shadows and ash..  A familiar sediment fuels the rage to deface the heartrending letters that spell your name.  I remain the phallus relic of a long lost ceremony.

Writing Prompt 165, Collage #26

The note left more questions than answers.

You’re a ghost driving a meat coated Skeleton made from stardust, what do you have to be scared of?

She is more abandoned than the house.  A home bleached out from sun and corrosive atmosphere. Bits of flannel curtains thrown down as rugs.  The dog sits awaiting your return.  His eternal wait closer to the beginning.

We sit across.  Opposed at the thoughts and separated by the scars of trying to talk.  The train of your excesses.  The box cars full of scorn left nothing but tracks behind.  I’m at 99.5 percent of my journey through your hell.

Excuse my while I move my chair to face the water.  At least the tide will move toward me one a day.