I wasn’t ready for the week to start, as still immersed in my WIP. I have made amazing progress, (some of Anita’s alchemy) over the weekend, so it does seem a shame to switch off that part of my brain,

So, I won’t.

Luckily, Anita has been busy too. A new poem, I Cannot Live and The Sunday Whirl Wordle, so I hope you won’t miss me today!

The Sunday Whirl Wordle

Love is a kind of alchemy
It leaves you feeling 
as though you have drunk too much
It teases your mind, 
searching for that silver lining
Your eyes blinded by the sparkle 
of the gold ring on your finger
The dirt crumbles beneath your feet
Fools say they will never fall in love
They sit alone at the bar, 
drowning their sorrows
Sometimes I want to shake them 
by the back of the neck
Tell them there is alchemy waiting out there…

©AnitaDawes2022