Step into my Parlor

Again one prompt clarifies the other.

“For today’s prompt, write a moment poem.”

“It’s Day 5 of National Poetry Month and today’s poem prompt is Twisted.”


Step into my Parlor

One pungent morning, I was flying—
that’s what I’m called to do
and I do it well—
then my wing sticks,
jerked by clinging threads.

I sputter and twist
but more sticky attraction,
more delicate moments ensnare
until I’m immobilized
by a web of your words.

If only I’d taken a different path,
I wouldn’t be watching the inevitable
prepare to encompass me in trust
and be consumed by love.

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6 Responses to Step into my Parlor

  1. Lisa Tomey says:

    This drew me in and the twisted reveal was perfection.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Ali Grimshaw says:

    Well done, I especially like your second stanza.

    Liked by 1 person

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