poetry thursday prompt
also Poetsday: The minutiae of Life & the two minute poem
the bleeding apple
the bleeding apple bled
its bleeding juice down my shirt
i bit and it squirted a tiny spurt
down the front and there it pooled
like a weeping nipple, only apple not milk
spreading over my favourite silk shirt
and it hurts. fructose-lactose
it doesn't matter once sticky
turns your dicky to schmatter.
this is a two minute poem for the poetry thursday prompt: to write in the style of someone else. i was literally chewing a crisp apple while reading the prompt and it did end up on my shirt. i'm not worried as its a work shirt - but what if it hadn't have been?
i tried to think what John Hegley would have said but I'm not John Hegley, he's a bleeding poet and I'm a bleeding nobody really - so, two minutes is about all it's worth! enjoy.
the bleeding apple
the bleeding apple bled
its bleeding juice down my shirt
i bit and it squirted a tiny spurt
down the front and there it pooled
like a weeping nipple, only apple not milk
spreading over my favourite silk shirt
and it hurts. fructose-lactose
it doesn't matter once sticky
turns your dicky to schmatter.
this is a two minute poem for the poetry thursday prompt: to write in the style of someone else. i was literally chewing a crisp apple while reading the prompt and it did end up on my shirt. i'm not worried as its a work shirt - but what if it hadn't have been?
i tried to think what John Hegley would have said but I'm not John Hegley, he's a bleeding poet and I'm a bleeding nobody really - so, two minutes is about all it's worth! enjoy.
posted by Ian russell at 7:13 AM
2 Comments:
two minutes; no kidding... that is amazing!
(re your note on my blog: a mirrored site... that would have been sheer genius!)
new blog:
http://ascenderrisesabove.com/wordpress/
well perhaps not literally two minutes, but fewer minutes than is properly required. ;o)
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