Some people are so free
With the words they say
Seems like they enjoy
Giving everything away
And then there are others
Who aren’t so audacious
They understand the cost
Of being too flirtatious
And still there are others
Who abide halfway
We can’t always tell
What they’re meaning to say
I personally like the ones
Who are somewhere in between
It’s always fun to guess
What they really mean
© 2018 Michelle Cook
Round the cauldron
They all took turns
Blathering their opinions
Cackling their concerns
A quadrivial group
Gossiping away
Nothing but prattle
In which to say
Their brimstone elixir
Fizzled and bubbled
But after listening to their words
The concoction grew troubled
Then with a sudden eruption
And an unforeseen flash
Those four old biddies
Well they all turned to ash
And all anyone can relay
About that unspeakable day
Is that their beloved potion
Must have had some repressed emotion
A reminder to be careful what you say. 😉
© 2018 Michelle Cook
For a month of writing prompts, click here; Brimstone brew
Isn’t it true
There’s a writer in you?
Can’t you see
All you’re meant to be?
Why would you be here
If this weren’t true?
Best get to writing
It’s expected of you. 😉
© 2018 Michelle Cook
Intense longing
Is what I used to feel
For what he took
Was not his to steal
He ran away
My heart in hand
Makes me wonder now
If this was always his plan
Good riddance to you
Is what I now say
I never needed
My heart anyway
For who wants or needs
The potential to be broken
Should have thrown it away
Before it became his token
© 2018 Michelle Cook
The burden he bore
Gave no time for refute
He’d been given a job
One could not dispute
And poor Lady Jane
In her ashen condition
Seemed far beyond
Any hope of volition
Not a single wish
Could change her fate
The course was set
Her breath too late
And the Lady in wait
Sorrowfully reclined
Pearls in hand
No peace of mind
The room stood still
As time captured the end
Poor Lady Jane
Not a soul would defend
© 2018 Michelle Cook
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