"The first Sunday of a new month is upon us again, and it is time for
Flash 55. The rules of this prompt have not changed: Write a piece of
poetry or prose on a subject of your choice in precisely 55 WORDS."
. . .
"The optional extra for this challenge is to add a single colour to your poem."
I accept.
THE GUNMAN
He rode into Amarillo
A callow fellow
Discolored by desert dust
Determined that he must
Challenge the hottest local gun
But he was not the one who won
Losing in this way was no disgrace
And despite the pale dust cover on the face
Of this lead loaded dying caballero
They saw he wasn’t yellow
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[I have no idea where this came from]
This was fun... lead loaded dying caballero... but he wasn't yellow.
ReplyDeleteHa, clever!
ReplyDeleteYes, love the word play
ReplyDeleteVery enjoyable....great use of 'color' here--using it in terms of what it means and insinuates instead of the color it literally portrays. Very intelligent!!
ReplyDeletecool rhymes in here, with the non-yellow caballero ~
ReplyDeleteThis one was a little sad, but great poetry.. how can you think it's better to be dead than yellow...?
ReplyDeleteYou have told an entire tale in your allotted 55 words, and used the colour yellow too!
ReplyDeletewonderful wordplay!
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