Oh what a shattering sound,
When the looking glass broke on the tiles!
My lands! How clumsy I was, whilst,
Sitting on the settle gazing at the sky.
‘Oh my!’ I’d cry: ‘My dreams are rent!
My luck spent – vanished – axed!
For seven years at least…’
In un-named fear I’d shake.
I’d listen to enchantments
To good fortune spells, I’m sure,
If I were just a believer,
But here’s the rub, I’m not!
Wordle created from a poem written by Sherman Alexie: Little Big Man by Sunday Whirl
What a joyful poem… I enjoyed your Games of words and know that you are not “just” a believer… Very well penned, as always, dear Bastet…
Best wishes to you, Aquileana 🙂
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Thanks Aquileana, these wordles are really a lot of fun. Better than cross-words! Gland you enjoyed the game of words. 😀 Georgia
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A crashed mirror.. there are dear consequences for sure.
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Ah yes…one could faint from just the idea! Thanks for dropping by!
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enjoyed that myth of 7 here…
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Glad you liked it! Thanks for dropping by Sumana, Georgia 🙂
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Excellent work!
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Thanks Brenda!
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