#roiling

Mixing in the usual three-fer of the Wednesday Weekly Prompts, beginning with, as usual, Rober Lee Brewer's Poetic Asides/Poem-A-Day offering:

Use at least three of the following six words in your poem (or use all six for extra credit): 

Bubble 

Dandelion 

Gibberish 

Gnarled 

Roiling 

Squint

Followed by this random Sherwin-Williams color name:

Artichoke

And wrapping up with Charlotte Rains Dixon's daily prompts for today, 11/19:

Anchovies, or no?

Remember: 

These prompts are springboards to creativity. 

Use them to expand your possibilities, not limit them.

Fear NOT the first draft!

In the old sailor prayers their songs go ----

“9 waves, 9 tides, 9 times the sea has come.”

I've known only 3 ocean storms. I know,

I'm told, the gods of the sea are gruesome.

Even now, with the rain falling in sheets,

something vast and deep, full of roiling clouds

with long, tangled strands that lurches and beats

on the deck, howling through the stays and shrouds,

halyards and braces, hungers. I hunger,

too. 3 times this hunger has come. With you,

like the old sea prayers, I would make it 9.

I am full of lascivious anger ----

but you knew that when you kissed me. You knew

Roiling Water