Sweeter than a Rose? – A thoughtful poem.

 

 

 

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I sit in quiet contemplation and I suppose,

That nothing can surpass the beauty of the Rose.

But can it’s showy beauty really match, however

those random acts of kindness in some sweet endeavour,

It’s a simple loving message that gives us thoughtful pause

An offer of support, some unexpected shopping left at doors

Those friends who send us texts and we talk to on the phone

Dispels the notion that no-one cares, we are not alone.

So now I’ve thought of it so carefully, I can now assume

that there are more beautiful things than a flower in full bloom

and ‘though it’s true a Rose would smell as sweet with another name,

Consider too, when all this trouble’s over, will we ever be the same?

 

 

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2020/05/28/surpass/#like-2432

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2020/05/27/rose/

 

FOWC with Fandango — Notion

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2020/05/26/rdp-tuesday-bloom/

 

 

50 Word Thursday #73 – The Lady’s Revenge

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And the Words: ‘So which one am I supposed to be?’ I said. ‘The shooter, the maniac or the idiot who hid the body?’ – The Killing Floor by Lee Child. 

 

This story was written for the 50 Word Thursday Challenge. If you want to take part you still have until Wednesday evening, click on the link below to take part:

https://talesfromthemindofkristian.wordpress.com/2020/05/21/50-word-thursday-73/

 

It was a typical day in the medieval re-enactment village. We were standing in line waiting to be dressed up and assume one of various characters. The man in front of me was given a chain mail shirt, a sword and a shield emblazoned with a lion rampant.

When It was my turn, I stood before a buxom lady dressed as a tavern wench, I couldn’t help but make a comment about her heaving bosom that brought a bloom of colour to her cheeks. I made reference to a nice pear, which is my favourite kind of innuendo. Apart from her blush, she didn’t react to my joke but treated it like plain blather. I suppose she’d heard it many times before.

‘So which one am I supposed to be?’ I said. ‘The shooter, the maniac or the idiot who hid the body?’ Asking about what character I was to be assigned.

The lady looked me up and down and tapped her lip with an impatient finger.

“Well, the role of the village idiot is still available, I think you’re more than qualified,” she said and handed me a cap with bells on and an inflated bladder on a stick.

[200 Words]

 

I have also included the following word prompts:

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2020/05/26/bosom/

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2020/05/26/your-daily-word-prompt-blather-ydwordprompt-may-26-2020/

FOWC with Fandango — Innuendo

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2020/05/26/rdp-tuesday-bloom/