
A lively sprite, she was enchanting
Erotically taunting
Unmistakeably haunting
With her gossamer wings
And her silken things
As she flitted over rivers and streams
As she rustled the rusty leaves of autumn
As knowingly, flaunting
As painfully wanting
As careless and carefree, lacking caution
As for a mate she went hunting
A sprite never forgotten
A sprite most wanton.
60 words written for Sammiβs Weekend Writing Prompt: Wanton
Beautiful! Lovely picture too.
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Thank you π
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I like this, the rhythm of your poem and descriptive phrases. The photo included looks exactly like where you would find a sprite.
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Thanks. All day with music playing, I’m sure it influences my writing!
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Beautiful poem Crispina
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Thank you π
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Youβre welcome π
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I love this sprite, to be honest. And this poem. Wonderful, Crispina.
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Thanks Dale. I’ve no problem with wantonness… π
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Neither do I π
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This is light and whimsical and wonderful Crispina!
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Thank you, Andrea. I think it reflects my mood π
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