When housewives return
Christmas balls to the drawers,
when the old year's gone...
subtracting months from eternity,
when the New Year's rind falls
off, and entices happy wishes...
there is something that spurns
as yet unaware of the stings
when they bite
into the pulp...
of what comes
This is a poem I wrote for The Sunday Whirl, a weekly wordle for July 8, 2012 using the following list of given words: housewives, ignorant, rind, spurn, subtracting, fall, months, sting, drawers, eternity, balls and year. The Sunday Whirl is a poetry prompt site which you can link to by clicking here.