Cake
Small
white
royally iced
birthday cake
with a baby blue
satin ribbon
waiting patiently
in the kitchen
for the one.
A while later it’s
a mass of black
writhing ants
helpless and exposed
its purity besmirched
like a maiden pinned
under a cold-blooded horde.
I launch a heroic attack
tea towel slapping
scattering
I dive under the sink
armoury for chemical warfare
squirting
spraying
anything
everything!
Called a liar
by a middle-aged
craggy
alcoholic housemate
and a cake
marble cool
like a young southern belle
statuesque under a parasol.
I shrugged
huffed and walked away
thinking
eat your scabby cake
you scanky cow.
Beautiful words and great photo too:)
Thanks, was just enjoying your Bowie post.
Cool just saw your reply. Thanks:)
You had me at cake. :)
Thanks, lol.
I remember when you showed me this poem months ago, I loved it so much and hint that hasn't changed :)
Your personality really comes across in your poetry, I love the way you write! I always have, you have a gift ♥