Singed Toast
A jaded love poem
By Gina C.Published 2 years ago • Updated about a year ago • 1 min read
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I burnt my apple oatmeal on
the stovetop while
you massacred our vows—
callous with your pose and words. Our
love poems and our breakfast scones are
bitter now… singed toast—
litter for
the birds.
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-Gina C. 🧚♀️✨
About the Creator
Gina C.
Poet | Author | Architect of Worlds
Sowing stories rooted in culture, origin, metamorphosis, resilience, language & love via fantasy, myth, magical realism & botanical prose
Writing my novel!🧚🏻♀️🐉✨
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Comments (13)
Love turned to singed litter - fabulous poem!
love the sharp style of this poem. Well put down.
Hey Gina, I love the frank simplicity of this and the imagery which speaks volumes! Hope you are going well. Best! 😊👍
I especially loved how love poems and bitter scones rhymed! You nailed this challenge!
Damn this is good. I love the combination/ juztaposition of ordinary household occurances and life changing heartbreak. So impactful.
the burnt toast picture fits the poem wonderfully.
Impressive use of imagery! This unfolded so smoothly yet with that taste of bitterness
This was great! Love the imagery with the brunt toast! Well. Scones haha
Loved it Gina
This was a fantastic entry, so visually appealing
I love the word 'singed'. Just fills in all the sensory blanks! Great entry, my friend :)
Oh wow. That was fantastic. Great job, my friend.
That was funny , I have done this so many times. Great challenge entry