A Wording Whirl of Sundays http://sundaywhirl.blogspot.com/ wordle prompt this week contained, “burrows, murmurs, common, unafraid, inky, glow, undulate, purple, gaudy, heart, spin, abyss.” I’d be lying if I said this one did not give me problems. Reading through the wordle, I knew what I wanted to say, but it wanted to write itself in iambic hexameter, something I simply could not make work. It finally boiled down to iambic tetrameter, but the change makes it feel a bit forced.
by Mike Patrick
From burrows where the poor repose
the murmurs of unrest arose.
The common man, whom none did fear,
at last had pricked oppression’s ear.
From humble home, one man set out,
the goal of freedom would he tout.
While striding proud and unafraid,
behind him formed a small parade.
From inky night to dawn’s first glow,
with every step the crowd did grow.
So quickly did it undulate
up to the city’s open gate.
Within the crowded city square,
the man stood on a broken chair
and held aloft his purple stain,
a finger, gaudy with disdain.
With freedom boiling in his heart,
he knew at last, he’d done his part.
He felt the spin of voter’s bliss;
he’d turned from tyranny’s abyss.