Written for the Sunday Whirl - Wordle 14
I scan the night drawn curtains.
Searching for bright chinks,
cat claws, in the cloth armour
woven against darkness.
Flecks of speckled light bear witness
as visions wide net is cast adrift, to wander
over the newly minted sky.
A marvel, rendered in golds and yellow.
Low, scattered, broad brushstroke clouds,
gild the masterpiece with skeins of silver
and soft ribbons of the palest pink.
I blink three times at this visual feast,
layed out before my night weary
and unaccustomed eyes.
As if to capture it.
Commit it to memory.
Etch it into my being.
in the face of such beauty.
I twist my hair carefully,
pulling it back from my face.
I fasten it with a silver clip.
I press the button
just as the alarm clock,
begins to whir. . .
To tell the truth I was daunted by this wordle, on first glance reprehensible, rendered and marvel just didn't seem like something I could or would usually use. But I managed to perservere and use all the words. Phew! LOL