False Vaticinate

Deep in the forest
cross lawns
bred green
house of white
broad expanse
at your back
tiptoe through the roses
shadowed glance
no one is following
no one really cares
off you go
trout in hand
to feed the wild cat.
She sits
fingers tapping the orange ball
slap to the side
damn thing
appears not to be working
better come up with something
for here comes the giant
on all in the way
petulant child
look over here
at the shiny ball.
Seat yourself before her
eyes upon the prize
pay the piper
to take out the rats
never guessing
you set your own trap.
She smiles
eyes glazed by smoke
hiding globe
from beady eyes
ready to pander
ready to win.
all foretold in your future
murderous eyes
the list begins.
Paid in silver
disappeared in the night
when truth outs
she is revealed to be
failure is yours
there is no doubt
living in a septic dream world.
©Nov. 14/20
Picture via Pinterest

Author: Jay-lyn Doerksen

A single hard working mom of a soon to be teenage son. A poet and story teller I have wanted to write since I was a child. This space is where I share stories about myself and my life and the creative poetry that stirs my soul. My hope is you will pull up a chair and a cup of coffee delving into the world that I offer and you find simple enjoyment for a few moments. Welcome to The Wonderful & Wacky World of One Single Mom

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