The Sunday Whirl: Wordle #225
silent, left, seven, freeze, scramble, nameless,
looks, brim, peck, scrape, dish, laugh
Sunday’s Whirligig: Wordle #33
tongue, fingernail, flare, friends, poor, window,
shack, round, smoke, war, overalls, grimy
Poets United: Poetry Pantry #278
Somewhere, On Any Given Weekend
Seven friends sit round smoky campfire
in grimy overalls, pecking and scraping
fish scales from pants with dirty fingernails.
In flickering flare, one points to smeared window
of shack they affectionately call The War Room,
rather than leaving it nameless. “You know,
some of us poor slobs are gonna have to scramble
up there and clean that brimming mess we left,
maybe even wash some of those dishes.”
After a moment of silence, another sticks out
tongue, looks at speaker, laughs and says, “Nah.
We’ll just do what we did last time. Play cards,
and the biggest loser wins that privilege.”
Elizabeth Crawford 11/15/15
Notes: Purely fictional, although my father was given to telling stories about the male gatherings at an uncle’s cabin. Of course, I was not allowed on those occasions. Used all but one of the words. Image is a photo I took last summer at a nearby park. One of my favorite places to spend leisure time.