she had found it
that connection
that had always
eluded her
she was the type
who would kill
for her cubs
he fell with ease
into that category
bleeding and humiliated
blade pointed
at his throat
ready to be sliced
con brio- she struck
leopard like
lethal and quick
and he - war torn
and weary
looked her straight
in the eye and said
dang....that last line leads me to wonder at what started this all and i hope that it was not a mistake in her strike...
ReplyDeleteThe strike saved him and she took the brunt and became the scape goat.So yes, her strike could be viewed as a mistake.Maybe not the strike but the mistake being misplaced loyalty to the undeserving!
ReplyDeleteMisplaced loyalty is definitely a mistake. Sometimes a person doesn't know it right away though, which seems to have been the case in the poem.
ReplyDeleteEnjoyed your Woops poem and also finding your blog. Some really good work here. Welcome.
ReplyDeleteNo purring pussy cat, then? LOL
ReplyDeleteAh Jinxette.We meet again! You know when you were asked to leave weapons at the door. I think you forgot about that little dagger secreted in your Carmen Miranda turban'd hat:)
ReplyDeleteThank you Peggy.
ReplyDeleteI'm famous for mistakes Mary. No one does misplaced loyalty better than I do:)
ReplyDeleteA powerful poem...misplaced loyalty, oh how I can relate to that theme! Thanks for sharing this!
ReplyDeleteooh, this makes me want to know more. captivating.
ReplyDeleteThanks Mary and Suzannah.
ReplyDeleteYes, this made me want to know more, too....Interesting response to the prompt:)
ReplyDeleteSherry this is the story of a mad woman who likes playing with fire but does not like getting burnt:)
ReplyDeleteso clever. i love this. thank you so much for linking with ip!
ReplyDeleteThank you for providing the ip prompt.
ReplyDeleteVery nice images you created here and definitely the vibe of madness well done
ReplyDeleteThanks Sarah.This blog provides a lot of madness:)
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