Amenable to neither sophistication nor pretense, a veritable rustic of doom
Aesthetics was never his forte and he could walk by with nary a glance at a flower in full bloom
Like a bolt out a blue, this bucolic specimen was rendered hopelessly besotted
Walking around with a weightlessness even though his stomach was knotted
The lass, to her credit was a damsel straight out a seraphic playbook
A beauty that made necks crane out of every cranny & inaccessible nook
Caring a jot for whether he choose to be crude or delicate
She knew not whether she loved him, leaving it all to fate.
(Word Count: 105)
Courtesy of Sammi Cox Weekend Writing Prompt#123
7 comments
I like this. Some interesting twists in your phrasing. Out of the ordinary. Makes it sparkle
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Did your finger fall asleep on the -o-? 🙂 🙂 🙂
Ha ha ha! Might have.
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They are made for each other! Nice one.
‘A delicate matter!’
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