She wailed at her wall of discontent,
and I sighed in stereo
praying for a change of requiem.
Then within zero and five seconds
the metamorphosis,
beldame to enchantress
dripping honeyed words,
but not learning
sweet ambrosia
also pulls flies.
A contest entry
- gold _ co-sponsored by aj morelli by Cat.
1150 points, ended September 14, 2008, 15 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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they change on a dime- those women-
they can be whatever they need to be- love the hidden gold here
and the subtle story- shocked no one else has commented-
This is definitely comment worthy.
good to see you here-
M
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