Random word generator

Late because we were out this morning. Not far, just meandering. Here are the words. Feel free to borrow and build some poems with them.

Haibun for a summer walk

Sun had burned off the mist, the lingering memories of smoke snagged in the bramble tangles, where a nest slowly unravelled in the wind.
It was cool in the narrow lane between the softly curved walls of the tiny church and the façade of the big house. Cool the lane winding up between oak and ash and Sunday silence. Silent the disused church, especially on Sundays. No fire had touched this place that held damp in its cupped carved hands.
We walked, dog-panting, dog-curious, up and round and back again, between stone and stone and tree-walls and lingered awhile before the glorious evening sky-blue of the big house door, wondering if it ever opened onto the courtyard beyond, drinking in the scent of over-ripe apples.

Summer wasp-buzzes
still—reluctant to let go
of its ripe wild fruits.

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

19 thoughts on “Random word generator”

    1. It is, isn’t it? We see that blue quite often around here on old buildings, but it’s usually flaking and faded by the sun. This door is in the shade of the church and although it’s old, the paint has kept a really intense colour.

    1. It’s such a glorious colour! The wicket frame is in a slightly different blue, more common, but the main paintwork is a deep turquoise I’ve never seen before. Maybe because it’s not faded?

  1. What a glorious color! I love the way you caught the light and shadows on it–or maybe it is the magic and perhaps it’s always like that. 🙂

    I’m going to come back to the words. It’s an interesting set, but I didn’t even notice that you used them here, it all fit so well. I may try a cadralor.

    1. The door is probably in shade most of the time because it’s slap bang against the church and there’s a lot of overhanging trees too. It’s certainly a magical colour.

      I’d hoped for a poem poem, but couldn’t get one. No point fighting the Oracle.

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