Saturday, May 1, 2010

Trashy Souls and Talking Roses

When I was 6 or 93,
I met a rose that said to me,
Don’t turn around lest you shall see,
A monster that will never be.

I took that flower’s dreadful dare,
And spun to lock the beast in stare,
But the rose’s honor had been fair,
When I swung to look, found nothing there.

Munk's opening line:

For the third time in a week, careless Freddie found the shiny part of her soul in the trash bin. 

Munk's "Opening Line" is yours to keep, use it. Munk


Dawnelle said...


Tahereh said...

how incredibly cool!
loved this!


Lydia Kang said...

I love the poem, love the first line. You need to write a book of first lines.