I know, I know: dark. But, this is a poem; not one of the group I am working on, but a good stretcher. I am allowed to post poems while dark!
My process doesn’t change for Wordles, so I won’t keep describing it. What I looked at here was structural. I thought I would like semi-colons at the end of each stanza to link the five acts, but am not sure if that works. I am also looking at the possibility of another motif that brings in sound imagery.
A murmur of awe and repulsion rises
from the group as, after a dramatic pause,
sword tip to tongue, the blade sheaths
home in the Sword Swallower’s throat;
a smaller number of people stands before
the Siamese Twins, conjoined at the hip.
A richer blend of DNA, they require the barest
glance before flexible movements;
one or two boys gawk at the Bearded Lady.
A sweet smile appears between luxurious
mustache and neatly trimmed beard,
an exchange of hormones, tricks of nature;
the Strongman gathers a circle of young
men flexing muscles. He stands, building
energy for the forceful pull push required
to lift the weighted dumbbell above his head;
the largest crowd stands in front of the man
whose legend proclaims him a Fire Breather.
They wait for him to tip his head up, open
his mouth and exhale flames skyward.
You can find other poems, as well as the list of words, at Brenda’s The Sunday Whirl.
Happy reading and writing. See everyone Friday.