Vanilla

Poppy Prompts #3

By Mother CombsPublished 2 years ago • 1 min read

Photo by Charlie Harutaka on Unsplash

Running from the hail

stepped into a spiderweb

I lost my compass

***********

My moral compass

Won’t allow me

To serve you

Vanilla mould

For dessert

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All Hail

The Vanilla Queen

Owning all that

The eye compasses

Catching prey

In her mouldy

spiderweb

For Fun Free Verse Haiku nature poetry fact or fiction

About the Creator

Mother Combs

Come near, sit a spell, and listen to tales of old as I sit and rock by my fire. I'll serve you some cocoa and cookies as I tell you of the time long gone by when your Greats-greats once lived.

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Comments (7)

Poppy 2 years ago
Hahahah I'm so glad your moral compass is stopping you from feeding me vanilla mould 😭😂 Love your humour and the poem!💙
Dharrsheena Raja Segarran2 years ago
I know a few people who deserve vanilla mould for desert! Hehehehehhehehe! Loved your poems!
Randy Wayne Jellison-Knock2 years ago
Quirky, Mother. I love it!
Cathy holmes2 years ago
This is great. Vanilla mould dessert. 🤢 wonderful job.
Test2 years ago
Super cute! I love the moral compass line x
Angie the Archivist 📚🪶2 years ago
Great job fitting all five word prompts into this cute poem!
Kodah2 years ago
Love it ! 💓