thorn spice cloud usurp + next batch of words to cook up

Mmm....we're rounding on the most delicious part of the year, and we're gearing up with some super satisfying sing-song soliloquy from our scrumptious scribblers.  With the smells of cinnamon and piñon (for some of us!) in the air, it's time to get down to the wholesome satisfaction of word spin.  Hit it-

Bay Rum

in your dreadlocks

island storms          (spice)

zatar

smell of your grandmother's hands        (spice)

creased, red palms

pepper & bergamot

holy bowls at stone feet

elephant rice dance

mangoes and honey

slither

slither       (spice)

plains speak when seven

caravans call them path    (spice)

my geese were confused

went north and east

in imperfect formation      (cloud)

a wall with four rooms

each madman whispering softly through it    (cloud)

 wooden shutters get lonely

move away                                  (cloud)

your face outside my window

singing rain and spiral vine   (cloud)

 watching one animal as another

disappears                                         (cloud)

stampede

swallowing the whole earth

tree stump by

meadow by

mailbox        (cloud)

waterboulder rivermirror lungghost fix       (cloud)

curdled milk

in a blue china bowl-

chipped paint on the front door-

the years settling in                       (usurp)

 a tubercle calls

from the frangipani          (usurp)

my face shading yours from the sun

a yellow leaf over your right eyelid

your left eye remembering                   (usurp)

dancing to dusty love songs

with someone you used

to know                                      (usurp)

That's it for our latest variegated verbiage.  What's next on the grande platter? Please help us out with these words:

crown     cup     birth     lapis

Keep your inspirations under 7 lines, and send them over the wire to inkandfamine@gmail.com.  We look forward to meeting your new words.  Until next time.

Bon Voyage!

Ink&Famine