Three Word Wednesday Poem: Pluck the Feather

Another Wednesday and another shot to playfully write a poem from the three words Thom brings to us... this week's offerings: Demure, Offend and Volatile.

Inspired to try it out? I hope you will - I love writing from new words each week! Here's the link so you may join in.

I never blossomed
Or never burst into
the volatile label
as demure is the fashion
I most often wear
Its feather perches on
my fedora in that dainty
"for God's sake be ladylike"
sort of sneer -
The "I might offend" paranoia
is Super Glue holding my
petticoats permanently
unruffled but it is beyond
time for a change
It is time to pluck
the feather

Comments

[Dreamer]

Good one! It's like being trapped by one's own demureness(if such a word exists!). d

[VL Sheridan]

Great last line; "time to pluck that feather". I hope it happens. Well done.

[Angel]

Yes! Pluck that feather!

[ThomG]

Un-glue the petticoats, pluck that feather!

[Thomma Lyn]

Yes, definitely pluck that feather! Great job with this poem about becoming a prisoner of expectations and the need to find one's own key.

[Deborah]

I'm with the others ...pluck away!