Tuesday, December 9, 2014

Ring a rosy

The fairies danced as gentle dust,
thoughts lost to time and song,
as life emerged  in wistful puff;
so was the soul revered.

The door to mind did open wide,
and moments then did fly,
the frost of dreams had settled;
the dust of love refined.

The ring around grew rosy,
the stars were glittered high,
as days of reason scattered;
heart did slowly sigh.



Jules: toy
Debi: life
Misky: puff
Barbara: fairies
Viv: song
Irene: fly
Roslyn: lost
Christopher: door
Three bonus words: frost, soft, dust
The twist: Include the mention of a child’s game in your poem

http://redwolfpoems.wordpress.com/2014/12/04/we-wordle-32/

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