The Player

Written for:  The Sunday Whirl, Wordle #167

words:  single, approach, present, key, phase, player, flint, scratch, level, attach, grain

The Player’s approach
to single, sharply dressed
women in an obviously distressed
phase of their lives, was to present
himself as a key to their locked
hearts. With green eyes glinting
as those of a cat, he’d stroll
over to a fitting type, and endear
himself by locking eyes on hers,
and claim to be leveling with her
that he was not looking
for any attachments,
having just been burned.
With this small grain
of personal information,
he would win them over. Making plans
for a day out on the town,
he would skulk out the door
in the middle of the night,
leaving a cartoon of a teddy bear,
that he had scratched on a
cocktail napkin–his M.O.

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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5 Responses to The Player

  1. I really love the way you have used the words this week. The whole poem has sort of an ominous feeling of a stalker in it, the final lines on his M.O. sealing the theme. Great job! So sorry I have been away. Time has become so short and fleeting – even more so than usual.


  2. Bastet says:

    Fun use of the words enjoyed the adventurous nature of this Don Juan 🙂


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