Ingrid Showalter Swift Poet Free verse

Mordacious the Mean

Like a cocked cartridge
drawn back in her wizened and mordacious sneer
she let fly upon him such an elicit horde  
he was left to loiter 
shackled
a trifle ............in her dust

5/7/2017 

Written for a contest using 
the following words
1. CARTRIDGE 2. ELICIT 3. MORDACIOUS 4. HORDE 5. SHACKLED 6. TRIFLE  7.  WIZENED 8. LOITER

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John Hamilton April 9, 2017 at 1:32 PM Really good use of the words, thanks for the entry congrats on a fine placement! Ingrid Showalter Swift April 11, 2017 at 12:05 PM Thank you John! This contest was a lot of fun!

John Michaels April 9, 2017 at 2:18 AM I liked this one, especially the title! Congrats on a fine win! Ingrid Showalter Swift April 11, 2017 at 12:06 PM Thank you John! Fun contest for sure!

Tony Devers April 7, 2017 at 11:29 AM Blimey. I wouldn't want to upset her. I bet that mordacious sneer really stings the old self esteem. Nice sharpand witty poem. Ingrid Showalter Swift April 7, 2017 at 11:48 AM LOL :) Thank you I am actually pretty nice- guess she is my alter ego "elicited" by the contest ;)