She came out of the woods.

She came out of the woods.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

When I saw you
shopping for love
the sweetness of your lips
had all but gone,
and how your
heart looked 
so much older,
no longer dressed
in red.
I wondered ....
who were you
fishing for this time,
the same old types
I suppose ....
all tarnished but polished.

The wolf's grandson.

© 2020 andrew mitchell


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dearest Andrew... a tarnished silver Moon still has the glow of Wisdom when years have erased the Rose blush of forbidden passion. tenderly, Pat

Posted 5 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

5 Years Ago

Yes this was based on Red Riding Hood in the future! Thanks for your lovely words.

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