Pass the salt,
Is, he thinks, what it is she had just said
As he raised the forty five right angled to her head.
Igniting cordite,
And surprise, in those blue beautiful eyes
That he promised he would not part from - 'til she were dead.
Your writing is amazing... only thing I ask of you is to keep going Kat
Witty, tightly written, not a spare word there - you manage to tell a huge story in so few lines. Excellent. Keep on!
Oh Oh....no good can come from bringing a 45 to the dinner table! ! : -) Hugs, Dee
From those and in those blue beautiful eyes salty water dwells and this creates an amazing scene. A brilliant poem is wisely penned.10
A clever little jewel this poem is. Nothing like a tiny murderballad to brighten up the day.
Scary chilling and just a little bit clever! Succint and it works perfectly! HG: -) xx
lol did she say, tenderly composed POC? rofl I was gonna say, you Irish are such brutes with the funniest sense of humour! rofl Yes it is clever, Love the title and the salt was perfect for her wound! rofl grinning at you, Tai
This is SO clever... and tenderly composed. t x
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very meaningful write. I love it. Ron