Rall set a hundred-word-wurdle,
a helluva literary hurdle.
She's offered a prize!
That's quite a surprise.
Well worth risking serious brain-curdle
(10 bloggers had something to say)
Pros and Cons Will Be Visible After Approval
Focus said: Oh . . love your ardent fire!
Magic! A choir of primavera
butterflies on crocuses! It really glows.
Through foetid nights, drudgery and storms
Through foetid nights, drudgery and storms
your verse trickles like silk across my nape,
delicate as swans dusted with snow . . .
Hokus-Pokus said: Too, too polite!
This stuff is desperate. It’s one long rant,
the most amazing pap I’ve ever gazed on -
lexically tattered – keep the day job.
Shipwreck said: Words like icy flecks, like light
flashing from diamantes – and yet
we’re prey to laughter! As I read, the logs
glow red, my glass of gin forgotten.
You are a star, a joy among blog rumbles.
The Dangerous Trilby said: Ignore
this planted, modulated praise. Your verse
lumbers! It wilts like moistened chocolate.
It reads like sparrows twittering at lunch.
It is pure b**ls – (as next week’s doubtless will be.)
The Terminator said: It has still beauty,
alluring as a kiss, yet hot enough
to warm my heart. It gives me frissons.
You’re one amazing poet. I’ll be back!
Jet-Propelled said: Wow! This rings my bell!
Grubby said: This deserves bloggers hurling
rotten fruit. Can’t you escape this half-baked
mumbling stuff? Some cherries . . . “jonquils” . . rather sweet,
but “sheep” are your downfall. “Sheep” do not – repeat -
but “sheep” are your downfall. “Sheep” do not – repeat -
do not grow from leaf buds! Urgent you go
to school. You’re doing damage to our Muse.
Potbelly said: This wafts like distant oceans,
recalls the blush and bloom of roses.
Your ‘pot of figs’ in line five-sixty-nine’s
a touch that goes right through me. So well done!
Fog of War said: As I walk along
life’s road, I’ll clasp the white clouds of your words
to keep me young.
Mr. Sneezer said: I can’t
latch on to “tough as tapered colls”,
or that “snapped branch” (Line 6). “Freeze” should be switched
for “frieze?” How do you do it? Rolling dice
for phrases torn from someone else’s gloss?
Thick as maquillage, your diction! Further,
there's no market for it. Stick to fiction.