Wordle #415

bareFeet

Wrapped in a Blackbird’s Song

I hear a blackbird.
Its call lifts the day.

A shellacked spray
of rose and dawn,
a smear, a scar that
chokes the last sham-
bles of deepest night.

I fit tomorrow’s dreams
into empty corners
of my pillow. The stars
shimmy, fade, and I wrap
myself into a new day.

 

 

This week’s Sunday Whirl #415 words are: call, dawn, shimmy, choke, sham, scar, lift, fit, corner, spray, shell, wrap. ©️ Misky 2019

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