Wordsmithing
Unscrambled challenge
Wordsmithing, writing's origin
Tongs hoisting rigid iron rods
Down into storming hot iris
Swing with strong might into midnights
Sigh on, not siring sword or rings
Showing wisdom hiding within
Writhing, ogrish sight in its worst
Grows to wits with wings, rising song
Tiring wrist drowns sown insight
In moist indigo, misting snort
Smog ghost grins, hints to things most dim
Now this word string is in right rows
Shorn its thorns its downright striding
To stir minds with moths sworn to winds
Wishing snow or towns worn to twigs
Wordsmith grinds whims writ into worth
Author’s Note: Very honored that this poem was selected as a 1st place winner in Heather Hubler’s challenge! Check out the other winners linked in the story below!
About the Creator
D.K. Shepard
Character Crafter, Witty Banter Enthusiast, World Builder, Unpublished novelist...for now
Fantasy is where I thrive, but I like to experiment with genres for my short stories. Currently employed as a teacher in Louisville.
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