Enigma
by Penny Smith
Her glass is filled with wine.
He asks "Will you be mine?"
She, bashful, pale and shy,
lifts glass, and drains it dry.
She hears his words, so false,
spin round her, like a valse.
The Devil's Advocate
has left his help too late.
"You will not be in charge
once truth is set at large!
Beware what comes to pass -
In Vino Veritas!"
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15 comments:
Nice poem. I hope she says no.
Crisp
Ah, the truth...it hurts. Excellent take on the prompt.
so much said in so few words :)
i like the flow of words and how it ends up ... loved reading it!
N
With a few more drinks she'll be singing from the treetops, especially if she glugs'em like that first glass.
I hope her next drink is coffee!
Nice poem.
Great flow of words - lovely piece of poetry!
You made me look up valse. :)
I like this, but I am confused. I see two possible readings (there may be more, but these are the ones I've settled on): First possibility: That he is a devilish rogue and she knows it, and the wine is going to have her spilling the truth about him and telling him to shove off. Second possibility: That he is a devilish rogue and she knows it, but the wine is going to fog her into saying yes when she knows she should say no.
I'm leaning toward the first interpretation.
If I completely missed the boat, I'm sorry. I do like the way it's written. The meter is pristine.
Alas, she'll imbibe too much wine and say 'yes' to the devil in disguise.
The devil always wins...
I sold my soul to him a long time back. Needed some extra cash to buy myself a new laptop. :D
LOL @Aniket. It people will do anything for an upgrade!
I loved the meter and the flow of it. I would've liked a littel more clarification of the dilemma. If it's what I think it is I do hope she gets courage from her glass to turn him down.
so much said in such few words - i like how this flows.
The gaunlet is thrown. She is in trouble.
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