I couldn’t resist another Wordle done according to my own cruel rules.
Possibly the test of a perfect response would be for it to seem that the set words have been snatched out of it, rather than that the poem has been formed from them. I am rather pleased with this one – perhaps I have just about achieved that ideal. What think you?
Threads of Virtue
The threads of virtue weave into a cloth of grace,
To witness rare contentment on the weaver’s face,
Whose endless quest in seeking out the root of good
Has given but brief claim that fleshly pleasures should
So intervene, to let erotic urges feed
Which, spirit empty, speak but of the body’s need.