The Picnic

Written for:  Go Dog Go Cafe - Tuesday Writing Prompt
(posted by Devereaux and Beth)

Write a poem using the phrase "devil's kiss"

A picnic in the woods
did not go as it should.
He pressed his lips to hers,
her face burned red, eyes blurred.
She said, That was a devil's kiss–
You can bet I'm not your Miss.

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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2 Responses to The Picnic

  1. Mike Bayles says:

    A fun poem, Sarah. I like your rhyme.


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