Sometimes food inspires me.
Oh, That Cranberry Sauce!
Wiggly
jiggly
red
sloppy
floppy
round
Sliding
off my
plate
headed
for the
ground
Slipping
through
my fingers
landing
in a
mound
Grandma
steps
right in it
and it
doesn’t make
a sound
Sticky
icky
blob
three days later
when it’s
found.
Comment here with your own poetic description of a Thanksgiving food and be entered to win a free e-copy of my holiday novella, MIDNIGHT MISTLETOE. Visit http://www.christinedepetrillo.weebly.com/ to find out more about this tale.
Chris
ABRA CADAVER, The Wild Rose Press, coming January 2012
