Sunday, February 10, 2013

22.



Card-in-all 

You could be her scarlet
letter

or his
red badge of courage,

their Sunday sup of
sacrifice

against His fiery
Second Coming.

Out, damned spot,
foul fruit of Eden!  

Begone, blood lips
of all ye fair maidens.

Unless I, in turn,
be the worm
uncaught

then you are a red wheel
barrow

or you are none of
these.

4 comments:

Aniket Thakkar said...

I'll be the Bat. Because -

I'm Batman.

Since I don't eat worms, we could be friends.
Or not. Because, I'll not be the friend you want, but the friend you de-zerve.

Sarah Hina said...

You were the only one brave enough to comment on this one.

You ARE Batman.

Vesper said...

Perhaps all of these... :-)

Again these cardinals! I love them! They're such an inspiration for playful poems. :-)

Sarah Hina said...

They make my winter bearable, Vesper.