Aside a dusty carriageway
She waits in soft ennui,
New kicks on casual display,
Her legs at languorous ease.
The sounds of father redirecting men
Upon their enterprise
Commingles with the hot industrious din;
The princess shuts her eyes.
Upon their back-bent labor workers creep,
Soon lulling her to sleep.
This is an entry in this week’s YeahWrite poety challenge: https://yeahwrite.me/current-weekly-challenges/
The entry is for two of the prompts: the picture itself, and the emotion of schadenfreude.
This modern age has passed us by, against all our demurral.
The younger crowd keep privates trim but ours are bushy squirrels.
Why, I can barely find the nuts, and where hides she the pearl?
I guess it’s time to wave the flag, and happy zones un-fur-all.
WordPress daily writing prompt (word highlighted above).
“They say that pets can lengthen life and keep away depression.
These feral cats to send to mum would seem no great transgression.”
“I’ll get the catapult. We’ll want to leave a deep impression.”
WordPress daily writing prompts (words highlighted above).
(As with anything else written here, just having silly fun. I actually think cats are awesome.)
“Is this the placement agency? There’s been some kind of error.
The stylist that you sent us is behaving like a terror.
We started him on one new client for a wax and threading.
Now we’ve got a dance macabre of twine and goo–it’s spreading!
I’m sorry but we must return this person whom you’ve sent us.”
“We thought you said ‘magician’; that’s a sorcerer’s apprentice.”
WordPress daily writing prompt: https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/apprentice/
One spinster to the other as they sat themselves to knit:
“Another sweater for your son? How did the last one fit?”
“He never got to try it on; he said his puppy ate it.”
“What awful luck! And such a treasure so unlucky fated.
And what about the lovely scarf you knitted before that?”
“A gust of wind bereft him of it, with its matching hat.
It seems to happen every time, to everything I darn.”
“I guess you’re not the only one who likes to spin a yarn.”
WordPress daily writing prompt: https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/yarn/
“Dear madame, can you tell me whence ensues that pungent plume?
It smells like blooms of Spring, trapped for days inside a tomb.
My parents’ bathroom smells the same, of floral-scented doom.”
“A curse on you for asking, what you smell is my perfume!”
WordPress daily writing prompt: https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/perfume/
“Oh my, you’ve changed your hair half blonde;
The new look really suits.
You’re like a shrub of golden fronds
On top of amber shoots.
How were you led this style upon?”
“It goes back to my roots.”
WordPress daily writing prompt: https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/roots/