I can’t resist Wordles, so I just had to have a go at the Big Tent Poetry weekly prompt, even though I’m in the middle of collaboratively writing a renga for the 7 day gong. The words I used from the Wordle (all but two) are listed below, in the comments section. Read other poems inspired by the Wordle prompt here.
Eggplants piled high at the farmers market stall,
their glossy purple sheen belying their bitter insides.
Enter autumn, as if on cue, colorful gourds arrayed
on the mantelpiece; yet autumn is also muddy leaf piles,
plucking green tomatoes from drooping vines,
extracting every last ray of sunlight
before the kiss of winter. Halfway up the staircase,
I hear the cries of wild geese, honking their way
across the sky, and forget what I came for.