Written for:  Sunday Whirl, Wordle #471

Words:  scent, vanguard, glancing, breath, love, impact, captive, cornbread, accent, journey, moon, power

She held him
captive with her
powerful scent of
Jasmine Moon,
impacting his breath
as he whispered
his love.  Accent
my journey, he begged,
glancing at her emerald
eyes.  Let us be vanguards
of the new world.

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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2 Responses to Captivated

  1. Misky says:

    How funny! We’ve both included jasmine in our poems, and I hadn’t read yours before writing mine. Clever use of “vanguard” also.


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