for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt where the given word is Key.
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The poets sat in a circle. Sebastian stood up.
I gave you the key
You opened the door
And scattered my feelings
All over the floor
But don’t think I’m beaten
You’ve not reached your goal
Twas the key to my heart
Not the lock on my soul
He turned around and walked away.
Belinda blushed, Charlotte shuffled, Cilla stared skyward.
I think we’d better end it there!
…said Chairman Charles.
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Good one. Great form and style.
That’s so kind of you Shashi, thank you.
Beautiful poetry and story, Keith. Wow!
Poetry is not my thing, so your comment is much appreciated, Suzette!
Oh you do it well!!
Ha naughty old Sebastian and I loved the alliteration
Being a two-timer’s naughty enough, but a three-timer? Thanks, Angela.
Message received x3, eh? Well done.
Thanks, Ron. With 3 on the go something’s bound to wrong. Just a matter of which one did the damage!
Good take Keith.
Thanks so much, Sadje.
You’re most welcome
Ha! Such great word play
Thanks, Beth!
Hmm … he may need to update his poetric exit resume … 😉 Well done!!! LOVED IT!
Good point Na’ama!
That dating pool sounds like it could use some chlorine.
That’s true!
Keith – I always enjoy clicking on your posts to read them <3
~David
I’m really pleased, thanks, David.
Hi Keith. – thrice, yet not finished … I hope he and they can find a counsellor … cheers Hilary
I agree! Thanks Hilary.
A cleverly conjured poem to cast a spell on the few who knew. Nicely done, Keith.
Thanks so much, Bill!
Fantastic, Keith! 💞
Thanks, Dawn!
I thought the rule is “third time lucky”. But there’s an exception to every rule. And his name is Sebastian. His poem got all the right results though! Loved every bit of this rhyme and scheme. 😭
That is what they say, Dora! Delighted you like it.
Goodness me, what did they do to him?! Always something fun to read here, Keith! 🙂