The Bad Poetry Day Roundup
Hardly Shakespearean, but I still feel the love
Roses are red,
Violets are…
Oh, fuck it.
Once upon a time, little Kiki Wellington fancied herself quite the poet. Armed with a marble composition notebook and a beret, she wrote and read poetry constantly, speaking in rhyme to the dismay of any listener she encountered. She even had some verse published along the way, which gave her little adolescent heart much joy and pride.
As my work on Medium has evolved, I’ve taken up poetry again, making my inner angst quite happy. Here is the result — minus the beret — for better or for worse. Is this a celebration of Bad Poetry Day, which happens every year on August 18 to revel in the worst of the worst?
Maybe. But I’ll share this roundup of my recent poems anyway.
The Lick of Lust
This poem ended a long poetry writing dry spell and I decided to try my hand at more after this one.
