A kite bobbed, filling the sky, performing love dances in it's blue
counterfeit was it's wings, and it's breath untrue
colors draped across the chest, and the sky... it wanted to impress
she, the sky kept raising her skirt high
and the kite couldn't touch her... no matter how hard he'd try
not belonging to the land, the stubborn kite tried once again
soon he began to fall, and the sky caught his hand
dancing and teasing for a season, the sky soon fell asleep
but the kite was addicted, the sky had made him weak
so he fell for being too high, chasing wind... as love passed him by
Author notes
Prompt: fornication (10 lines)
Moral: lust's luster can leave one chasing the wind like kite strings
A contest entry
- Semi-Quickie.... by Angelflower.
700 points, ended January 6, 10 entries
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Interesting prompt. I wouldn't have guessed the content from the prompt. Good luck to you in the contest.
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beautifully worded. I loved the imagery and metaphoric use of your words.. Wonderful job with the prompt. Thank you very much for sharing, best of luck in the contest.
Angel
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Wow
Really lovely! We've all flown so high and some of us with waxed wings have fallen. Well done dear young poet your talent shines through. -c
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Very well done...I like te metaphor it suits the prompt well
Good luck
Simon
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You take it to another level (pun intended). Loved it- I want to be the kite...I think~
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