A new wordle from A Wording Whirl of Sundays http://sundaywhirl.blogspot.com/ fell on my desk yesterday. The prompt words were striding, leaves, fire, cry, fallen, twilight, wind, against, afraid, planets, turning, tails.
As I’ve explained before, a wordle poem just happens to me while I read the words for the first time. The first word suggests a theme and each word thereafter falls into place to flesh out the poem. Once all the words have been plugged somewhere into a verse, I go back over it to clean up the meter. It’s only then I actually see what was written.
This one surprised me with the three line stanzas and the rhyming scheme. I was also surprised at how long I had to work with the words planets and tails, trying to make them sound like anything but an afterthought.
THE RANGER’S FIRE
by Mike Patrick
Striding through the blackened leaves
and stepping over fallen trees;
the ranger had to stop and cry.
Last night, as fiery twilight fell,
a wind shift caused a burning Hell,
the ranger feared the glowing sky.
Against a rocky bluff, afraid,
while kneeling down, he softly prayed.
The ranger’s water had run dry.
The forest creatures’ turning flight
caused some confusion through the night.
The ranger’s chance had passed him by.
On some days, luck, like mercy brings
a gift of life as seasons sing.
The ranger made one final try.
Some days the coin will land on tails,
a loving planet’s plan derails.
The ranger did not have to die.