The priceless string of an oyster's charge,
Finally back in my possesion.
My hand, red from the life of the previous theif,
Reaches to the nightstand
And grabs the ticket to my freedom.
Then out the window, and into the charcoal night,
To meet the seeker of this prize-
A man who has offered to pay most dearly,
And grant me the money
Which I can use to go home.
Author notes
contest- picture inspiration
A contest entry
- PIF Quickie - Picture Prompt by StormGoddess.
300 points, ended November 26, 2007, 12 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Very different take on the prompt.
Like the story line you've created.
Thank you for entering and good luck
Storm
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