Mystic Rose Rose Poet Rhyme

The Day I Ate His Purpley Eggplant

It was moms birthday she loved eggplant 
I didn't hear the man as he began to rant   
I was a cooked child kneeling on stoic air 
in the back room I ate, without his stare   

a purple eggplant was devoured as I trembled  
wolfing it down, I quickly re-assembled 
no I did not care, mom wasn't there    
to see her child labor without fair, fare . 

January 16, 2019

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Michelle Faulkner January 21, 2019 at 2:53 AM There is more underneath this than would appear, something brave and wistful-

Jennifer Proxenos January 16, 2019 at 12:47 PM Different Pixie Dust - mysterious and sad in a way, but beautifully and artfully written. I really really like it in fact love it! Poetry hugs, Jennifer.

Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart January 16, 2019 at 9:02 AM And Wow. Excellent, disturbing, hopefully fictional poem. This one gets under the skin, well done Pixie. My best to you in the contest, this one's going into my faves. xomo!

Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart January 16, 2019 at 8:51 AM Whoa.

Caren Krutsinger January 16, 2019 at 7:37 AM Sweet, and you must be an avid eggplant eater, Pixie. Hooray for you! I avoid vegetables and fruits, and I have the puffiness to prove it.