Note: I’m 21 days behind, and it’s time to get back on track. This will take some work.
Prelude
QUELL my fears and now adopt
GUISE of Dante or Vergil, paying long verse no
UNDUE trepidation. I steel myself, face slightly
PALER, but my spirit game: 21 Quordle days in one poem herewith!
TRAWL ephemera, gather flotsam, harvest words found as bread on the desert floor:
CRUDE data will be shaped, threads be woven, scattered stones gathered for structure’s plan.
BRAVEry of consciousness: scram, particles and pulses, we declare history in your stead.
FURRY scamperings in the woods are naught, we undertake tales: this forest will be our Arden.
Our Protagonist Awakes
HAZEL tree in forest’s heart, our protagonist coming to, drowsing among root limbs.
REACT! Eyes open. Slow intake of scene, slower recognition.
SPOKE he: “I’ve lost my bearings, have wandered from the straight path. I can
CHART some meanderings, a life so aimless, but cannot recall what got me here”.
WRUNG from him thus regret at his poor accounting of life’s way, his poor passing of time, Time
TAKER of life, unstayed hand that pushed him stumbling on the path. Memories return: fearsome
TROLLs along the way–fled, survived, yey lighter in unearned purse and bruised for wear. Some rare memories
ELATE, spark joy of higher tale, the strong pace on a narrow path, the journey briefly right. Yet most memories condemn:
QUACK, he. Seller of surface of himself, the appearance of wisdom; he is mercenary, counter of
SCALPs, climber and pusher, treader down of souls for gain. He had sought a lush estate, not the
DRIER sands, the waterless wastes of a life mis-lived. As he recollects he rues the main motif:
FOLLY. Self-declared self-sovereign, supposed master of himself, he has serfed his life for folly.
A new chapter
STAMP
BONEY
TRACE
CLOVE
LOWLY
CORAL
PLANK
AMISS
LIBEL
SAVVY
VAULT
TROLL
COBRA
CORNY
MINCE
CHILI
PASTA
RABID
UNFIT
CURLY
JUROR
BUSED
SAPPY
VYING
SHORN
FRIAR
THREE
UNTIE
HORDE
LOSER
GUSTO
PRONE
DUVET
BLAST
FILMY
CEASE
BRIDE
TILDE
LOWER
REVEL
AMAZE
BINGO
MUMMY
WEIRD
FIELD
BRINE
BEGUN
PITCH
BILGE
LEAPT
GLOAT
PLEAT
GAUNT
SLANG
ROUSE
UNITE
SCARE
RIGHT
IRATE
ORBIT
STRAW
APPLY
MAGMA
CLUED
I’ve plainly missed a few too, Dave. I don’t recognise some of these groups of words…
But bravely started on the long Quordle journey to Ketchup. No, wait…