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
She was a real tasty candy apple treat
Loved by all the men she’d often meet
Subtly sexy and radiating desire
Just what every man sought, wanted, and required
But there was a secret which she kept hidden
Something about her, so temptingly forbidden
One nip from her and they’d finally understand
Vampires always have the upper hand
© 2018 Michelle Cook
For a month of writing prompts, click here; Coffin Candy
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