One Hundred Word Wordle!

Offered by Rallentanda. Go HERE for the 100 words and details of fantabulous prizes . . .

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

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 -

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.