There was no going back
now that snowshoes were stuck fast
as ice skates.
Strapped was what they were.
She tasted of black radish,
sharp and clean and white
as snow
beneath its black shawl -
stuck fast -
too fast to peel.
A contest entry
- Hope(ful) Snowy Nights by SilentMoonlight.
1500 points, ended December 11, 2008, 11 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Pre-write Contest: Love Poetry by Nicole Hanna.
15000 points, ended January 28, 20 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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I had to stop back by and read this one again, to remind myself why I hold contests. lol. And perhaps it will inspire me to exit my drought and write something again.
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Now THIS is what I'm talking about. Another poem had kisses compared to butterscotch, but if there should be a food reference in a love poem, this is the kind of food reference I want to see. Loved this. Thanks for entering. My eyes didn't bleed, which is good.
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Thanks, was hoping someone would get more out of this than a black radish. Now that it's in a love poem contest context, it's okay.
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I still want to write a song called 'Black Eyed Susan'. Maybe I could tie some Black Radishes in there somewhere too. Maybe she dines on those, and Black Eyed... It's just about flower and a vegetable. bejeezum.
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Fix your authors comments then I'll come back and read
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