BRENDA WORDLE-14-Fallen Marvels

Poem in Response to Wordle 14~The Sunday Whirl   by Brenda W  

What Greater Expectations than

Great Expectations,
Miss Havisham,

embedded secluded, on dusty

wooden gilded throne,

behind cobwebbed curtains,

Majestic Marvel, First Created,
Sacred, now rests transfixed
in false reprehensions,
As scattered clouds scan
and search terrestial to

celestial dimensions 

blinking intermittant flashes

Only to find twisted torments

blood filled swamps,

whirring swarms of discontents

amidst seas of colorfully placed flowers,
Supreme Sopranos burnt to ashes.