Jake
First thing you think of when you wake
are his fingers scraping like a rake
over your shoulder–sure to make
your toes curl up and fingers quake.
You rise to bake his birthday cake
and choose to pack it up to take
it to him there out on the lake–
your fear of water faced for his sake.
The weight of oars. The sun’s cruel bake
revealing two sure truths as fake.
And oh the pain and oh the ache
of what he’s chosen to forsake.
The boat you row to shore and tether,
foretelling wind and stormy weather.
Love vanished like a plucked-out feather
when you saw your friend and love––together
The one-word WordPress prompt was “Fake.”
https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/fake/
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I hope you took that cake home and shared it with someone who deserved it.
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ouch. well written though.
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Luckily, Jake is a fictional character..But, she did–and ever after, bought her cakes at the bakery and in fact, married the baker!!! Happy ending.
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I feel sad for the broken heart. But a very lovely poem.
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Fictional, Sue. Does that make you feel better?
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Very well done!
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