My knight, I might let you scale my tower but,
it’s easy just to let you slip and break your neck.
You might be another hand-
some man, but I think you talk too much.
You have a choice remaining silent, but
anything you say may and will be held against you.
I can be your judge and firing squad.
I can rope you to the axeman’s block.
Because, my rippling hair is mine to dye
or use for ladder or for noose, you can’t choose.
Hush, my knight, goodnight. I’d rather sleep alone
than become another crown of yours.
Kerry have chosen the picture to write a poem for at toads. My choice was to keep this to the rules of a drabble meaning that it has exactly 100 words. I will also link up to Poetry Pantry tomorrow morning.
November 4, 2017