22 Nov 2020
O Squire of the Shire
You are a liar
To set hearts afire
With words like a choir
You entangle roses in briar sweet
You halt and hamper with bemired feet
You wrap around with barb-some wire
You besmirch, you don’t inspire
I ask, what is it you desire
Dancing like you’ve St Anthony’s Fire
With consequences dire
58 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Dire
crispina kemp 
Wonderfully done and spectacular image!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks, Dale. The photo was taken on my Sunday morning walk
LikeLiked by 1 person
😊
LikeLike
Oh wow!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Yea. I do sometime… vent… I think describes it
LikeLiked by 1 person
The result is very nice.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you. Best are poems that come from my spleen!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Haha!
LikeLiked by 1 person
🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
How amazing! I loved the thythm and how deep it was, it felt so heartfelt and the picture goes really well.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you. Yes, I dragged it up from the depths so I could vividly rant 🙂
LikeLike
Beautiful photograph and fiery words – a great combination! 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks. I seem to have a thing about venting…
LikeLike
The poem has so many ire words, you’d think you were from…
*puts on sunglasses*
Ireland.
LikeLiked by 1 person
No, only from… raise glasses… Norfolk
LikeLiked by 1 person