Wizened With Age
Sarcastic words spewed forth. Such vile mordacious sayings,
Always arguing and scoffing in the square where she'd loiter
Ridiculing the gathered horde for their time spent in praying
Casting her leers and jeers to elicit their contempt in return
Anger had shackled her mind and body, wizened with age.
She sneered but no one heeded the horrid curses and the
Trifle mutterings from this sputtering unbeliever in a rage.
I heard the venom she fired, exploding like an overloaded
Cartridge shell. Deluded woman... on and on she goaded.
March 24, 2017
Eight word challenge
of John Hamilton
Words: mordacious-loiter-horde
elicit-shackled-wizened-trifle-cartridge
Copyright © Marti Sutherland | Year Posted 2017
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