Written for: Poetic Bloomings2 – For Your Consideration – “Cupid Has A Secret”
“Write that mystery into your poem/flash fiction.
Did you know that
in ancient times
I used to be all
colors of the rainbow,
an angel of flaming
wings, designed to
bring lovers together,
my arrows a glittering gold.
Now I am a washed out
gray, my wings a dingy
disgrace, arrows rusted,
at times miss their mark.
I am loathe to place blame
but is it not an awful shame
that humans cannot attain
a sparkling earth, free of stain.
Poor old cupid. But we humans really have made a mess of things.
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Yes. He doesn’t even smile anymore.
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