Pan: The Sunday Whirl – Wordle

Leaping from the fire to the pan – somethings are never vapid…

Each week The Sunday Whirl invites writers to write a poem or short prose using some or all of the “Wordle’s” 12 words. This week it is:

wordle’s words

Pan

In this round pan dance,
spin and trip,
spiced vapors
from Thailand,
and the Vatican,
Guyana to Zimbabwe.

Being careful,
Being mindful,
of the heat and the amounts,
we stir,
but do not stun,
or trample the bouquet.

Until the
roux,
translucent,
dreamy, thick
upon a grid,

Unseemly,
this fused mixture,
coalescing, if you’d picture;
is anything other
than vapid.

Randy Mazie

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