I'd forgotten
how many stones it took
to rebuild the hearth
of my ancestor's home
in the land of Scottish tors.
No need for a gate.
The highlands rolled down
to a bubbling brook.
You grope for my hand
and my heart starts fluttering.
In a flash,
thousands of blackbirds
soar over the thatched roof,
breathing life into the vast view.
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I'm playing Wordle #38 with The Sunday Whirl.
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11 comments:
Hi Cheryl. Nicely wordled. I especially liked the last stanza. Very touching.
The image of birds rising is breathtaking, Cheryl. Beautiful piece, you've rendered the landscape fantastic.
Lasting final image... love it!
I love how you tie the movement of the birds to the fluttering heart and life. Nicely done.
margo
This poem is like the closing scene of a moving, romantic film that makes you want to go to the lobby, buy another ticket and watch it all over again. Beautifully wordled, Cheryl.
Me too, thinks the last image is a lovely ending.
'No need for a gate' and the last paragraph are my favorite. Beautiful visual images filled my head as I read this.
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Hi Cheryl, This is a lovely use of all the wordle words this week. My mind's eye absorbed the imagery. Being of Scot ancestry, I've always wanted to visit the Highlands. Thank you for sharing this beautifully crafted wordle.
I enjoyed this and finding your blog. I hope you have a wonderful new year.
Nice little piece. Looks like a lot of fun I may just play along from time to time.
wonderful write!
chequered windows
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