Image from Magpie Tales
I saw her on the busy street
a warrior of the new era.
Picture perfect pretty,
clearly at the forefront of all that is new.
Her deer-like eyes
so perfectly innocent!
Stunning in every single way.
Before her freshness and beauty
I froze in time,
turned to stone,
stopped to admire.
Hey, bitch! What are you staring at?
she shouted with a sneer,
and flipped me the bird…
If I’m going to keep up with NaPoWriMo 2016 while working (as I now finally am able to), I need to stay ahead of the game. This is for Magpie Tales, and Mag 311 – and something I’m clearly out of my depth writing (more street poetry than rhyme and meter). Hope it makes sense, and if I do have a chance I will also write to prompt for day 4 later (since I liked the prompt).
A Glass of Bubbly 