Sangria

This was a poetry prompt from a friend and fellow poet on blogger. The words were matador, wait, acquiesce and ripe. She issued an invitation to a "Poetry Party" and this is what I came up with.

 

 

Do I acquiesce
to your twisted game?

 

Yes.

 

My heart is ripe for the trampling

...as grapes...

that can no longer wait.

 

And You...

Matador...
prick my pride to rage.

 

Leave me to die
in the weary dust.

 

Go drink the red wine.
Taste your victory.

 

Reviews

[J. Marc]

I love this one for it speaks about those who surrender with some delight. Yes, there are cases where this game can have a wonderful sense, at least, so I see this poem! So, thank you for the originality, the courage and the wit! Short, assertive and to the point, are the words that best describe your poem!