As a single girl
she'd singe full beards
with the skimpiest of kisses
and sing susurrant lullabies, like a siren
sick of the wrecking crews.
But it was a sin
to spread so much love
so thinly
so I gave it all to you.
Just 44 words for De’s quadrille prompt: sing
Loving “single/singe/singing.” So much in so few words!
oh I could not resist that bit of wordplay De – thanks for hosting and setting the tune going
Great wordplay and use of sibilance, Laura, and I love the shift from third to first person.
many thanks Kim – sibilance was made for singing 😉
Always a pleasure, Laura.
The singing of beards is so great… something happens when single is no more.
thanks Bjorn – BTW I believe it’s called union 😉
Those soft sounds of the single girl spreading her love so thin still have a lovely gentle poetic allure…sin indeed.
Always hold something back for the milkman I say, one never knows…
thank you for hearing the allure Ain in the sibilance
You certainly got a lot of ‘sing’ in your poem!
I think the Cheese seller’s wife must sing too – thank you
I loved the alliteration and cadence of this one, great poem, Laura! A true classic 💜
many thanks for such high praise ❤