Monday is Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie’s wordle challenge where we have 12 words to fit into a poem or prose.
Fettle- condition: state
You proclaim love amid floral tributes,
Yet you are as unyielding as
Quartz or copper.
A phrase comes to mind as
I wear my heart on my sleeve,
It’s fettle fragile and delicate,
Likely to puff into nothing.
Dog tired, I retreat to lick my wounds,
It was a close shave that I did not succumb
To your empty promises,
My drive to survive
Made me wary and protected me.