Tell me of a love so deep
He ran the rivers dry
Waiting just to see him
He over spent his time
Not knowing just how
Out of reach he really was

Tell me of the whispered word
Slow passing down the line
Of how without intention
He keeps him bottled
While he waited to see
But never knew his faults

Tell me how he heard
The news of what he did
Such pain
Amongst the longing
Not sure how he could cope

So now

Tell me the story
About how the Sun
Loved the Moon so much
He died every night
To let him breath

Tell me of the burning heat
Which only burns for him
To just relinquish its hold
When the time is right
And let him have his spell
A spot to cool the world

Tell me how he felt
Once he knew he could see him
If only just this once
A single moment
Burning bright meets shadow


Wordle #78 – The Puppeteer


Ain’t we quaint?
In this technicolor world
Just following the moon
Letting it guide our ways

So inept
We’re like a puppet
Without its puppeteer

The perfect torsion
To mold our Stygian lot

Stone cold drunk
On Razorwine
We don’t realise
The trouble we’re in

That it will grate away
Our freedom, just
To leave the sour truth

Nothing can end in silence

Only a rare soul
Can geminate
And rise again
To lead us a different way


I wrote this one for this weeks Wordle at Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie 🙂 We are given twelve words and are asked to use 10 of them in a poem or story. I’ve bolded the ones I used, and ended up using them all this week.