Inspired by Molly’s Wordle poems, I thought I’d try one after my 5-guess game yesterday. Generally I get a bit nervous if I still haven’t guessed the word by guess #5, but I was too distracted by the way the words came together. I think this poem wrote itself:
The Trek
She was going on a quest—
She didn’t yet know her destination.
Tightening the straps of her pack,
She stood stock-still on the precipice,
Gazing out at the path before her.
Happy Poetry Friday!
Writing With Abandon 