Sunday, April 03, 2011

Sunday poem

I have about ten minutes today before I go out visiting, and a wee one banging a biscuit tin on my foot, so I’m going to have to veer away from the prompt. I’ll just use the word ‘slant’ as title and look at that wonderful photo:


Please treat me kindly
today, show me your hidden
heart, one rich with blood.

Mp. Not very happy with that. If I find more time later, I’ll try again. Or rewrite it on the car journey …


Jo said...

See, this is why I wasn't tempted.

Not because of your poem, of course, which I'm reading as pleasantly creepy :)

The biscuit tin/in the car thing.

wv: pigho!

Dorla Moorehouse said...

Definitely enjoyed this one. I have a thing for short poems.