For Wordle 296 (a tough one to do in order and in rhyme — I’ve added far more than my usual tally of words).
Thrum of the rig as stay snaps at the deck;
Disaster is courted off Florida Keys;
Hollow the wish that the stay’d had a check
Rows of lethal gale-whipped flying glass one flees;
Crew fight to strip the sails before they split,
And jury-rig a stay before the next hit.
I also wanted this to add to my GloPoWriMo tally, and when double-checking to see how far short I am falling of the 30 poems in 30 days, wondered why there was one missing. Alas, it seems I had previewed this one but never posted it! *bashes head against wall*
© April 2017 Colonialist
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Senility setting in already, Col? Tell you what, bashing your head against a wall will more likely kill than reinvigorate those memories. (As I’ve noted for myself.)
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Thank you for the kind words. Another effort has followed hot on its heels!
It seems all my recent rhyme is on matters maritime!
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Totally suits you Col. Good pic, good Wordle. Very nicely done 🙂
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