I never know where the prompts generously provided me from ReadWritePoem.Org will take me. RWP #91 took me deeply into memory. I crashed head long into soulfulness and found myself in destinations I don’t choose to go without nudging.
Today’s prompt from what I sometimes call a “Word Pool” I wrote a playful poem, flirtatious – and perhaps engaging a different side of me, coming from the third person.
I am enjoying it for reasons entirely different than last week’s offerings.
(For Later)
She has a relevant remedy
Trendy confections none sweeter
She makes sure she is
Conforming nothing to the
Clever Clover colored limelight
She flips her hair and twists her hip
“I’m worth more than your pittance, boy.”
She extends her hand to the black haired
Scofflaw with a feather in his fedora
“This isn’t for the multitudes, my
With a wink and a curved come hither finger
She cleans the husk from the corn
Pouts just slightly as she plunges it
Into the pot of boiling water and
Melts butter
For later


This was great and fun! (the little Jezebel)! ;o)
Posted by: Cynthia Short | September 17, 2009 at 02:28 PM
I like how it all ends in boiled corn and butter.
Posted by: Liz | September 17, 2009 at 04:18 PM
These Bakersfield broads are such saucy little cooks!
Posted by: rallentanda | September 17, 2009 at 06:15 PM
I like the alliteration and slant rhyme (feather - fedora, butter - later, pouts - plunges -pot, flips-twists-hip-pittance).
Posted by: twitter.com/DavidMoolten | September 17, 2009 at 06:34 PM
What a fun read this is!
Posted by: Tumblewords | September 17, 2009 at 09:39 PM
This has great energy and movement. What fun!
Posted by: tamra at laughingdove | September 18, 2009 at 12:48 AM
Enjoyed reading this!
for a pittance, you buy that confection
Posted by: gautami tripathy | September 18, 2009 at 05:34 PM
Like the way you set the mood and then end it with corn and butter :)
Posted by: Amulya Rajan | September 19, 2009 at 07:10 AM
I really like those last two lines -- a great way to finish.
Posted by: Nathan | September 20, 2009 at 05:32 PM
I see you have a fresh meaning for huckster.
Posted by: Barbara | September 21, 2009 at 06:08 AM
Thank you, each and all. I never expected so many comments on my (very different from my norm) poem. :-)
Posted by: Julie Jordan Scott | September 21, 2009 at 10:29 AM