A Sheepish Wordle

The white woolly wonder worker
grows the wherewithal
to clothe the coatless.
Her frolicsome daughter,
unaware of the fate that awaits,
prefers to gambol and leap,
skitter about and waggle her tail.

The white woolly wonder worker
watches from the shadows,
admonishes the scatty baby,
calls her to return
for an ecstatic meal.

In the fullness of time
metal nemesis falls on the baby,
now half grown,
to fulfil her kitchen destiny
spiked with garlic and rosemary,
salted and peppered,
a miracle meal.

for http://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/  Among other delights, yesterday we went to an exhibition of wool felting, in The Old Fulling Mill beside the river Wear in Durham,
so I went to sleep with my head full of images of sheep.  Having eaten an enormous lunch, I was unable to face eating again in the evening, so I may have been dreaming of Sunday dinner – my sheepish apologia for the poem which leapt out at me from today’s wordle.

A wool felt evening gown which would leave chilly shoulders and boil your middle

grandson in felt yurt.


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17 Responses to A Sheepish Wordle

  1. earlybird says:

    I enjoyed the brutal ending!

    and that yurt is amazing. I’d like one in my garden, I think. Although it might be a bit hot in summer, I guess.


  2. magicalmysticalteacher says:

    I am feeling the metal nemesis on my neck as well—woe is me!

    A Whirling Half-Dozen


  3. The last line reminded me of what the mean house cat told the pig Babe: “The Boss says pigs are for eating!” Nice flow… sad but delicious ending! Amy
    Here’s my Wordle: http://sharplittlepencil.com/2012/03/05/twofer-six-wd-sat-and-the-whirl/


  4. tmhHoover says:

    Poor baby indeed-leaving her skittering ways behind- “To fulfill her kitchen destiny”.
    That dress is -um… woolly.


  5. pmwanken says:

    How could you NOT write about sheep after an excursion to such an exhibit! Lovely, ViV! 🙂


  6. Peggy Goetz says:

    Oh the poor little lamb. I really feel like being a vegetarian when I think of these things. Excellent use of the wordle words. I love seeing what different places the words took people in their poems.


  7. Laurie Kolp says:

    Great alliteration, although I’d never want to be a white woolly wonder worker.



  8. brenda w says:

    poor little lamb. baaaa. Clothe the coatless, and create a shrug to warm shoulders. 🙂 The dress really is a lovely piece. Thanks for the pictures, Viv, and your words.


  9. markwindham says:

    Fantastic use of the words and the, um, subject.


  10. anl4 says:

    A delight! The white woolly worker.


  11. ceciliag says:

    Your poem is great! Thankfully Mia escaped the metal chop though!! I would love to be able to felt, maybe I should look into that .. c


  12. This poem is so delicious and filled with such sensory imagery that I could sit down and eat it up! Mhmm. 🙂


  13. Marianne says:

    Your wordle is wonderful, Viv!


  14. poetryshack says:

    Bonjour Mon Amie!

    I love your sheepish wordle. Great job Viv. Put with elegance.
    Tres bien.


  15. Rinkly Rimes says:

    A woolly wonder-worker……..nice.


  16. Tilly Bud says:

    I love yurts. I love what they are and just saying the word. Yurt. With my Scouse accent, it’s not pretty 🙂

    That dress is lovely. Perfect for a winter wedding (with cloak).


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