He captured her heart
with his ludic smile
that shone like a lantern.
He cursed her heart,
flambéed in edelweiss,
until it crumbled in his hands.
He tossed her heart,
the irrevocable ashes,
birdseed descendent on winter wind.
Now he has no heart,
looks askance at birds and friendly scarecrows,
gnashing his alcohol-rotten teeth.
Kim M. Russell, 2016
My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Wordle #133 “December 12th, 2016”