What can I say?  Three Word Wednesday asked for poems with the words Grin, Jumble, and Naked.  So first a little fun, and then… a little more fun.   Peace, Amy (Also posted at my fave poetic collective, Poets United.)

Rugby Gone Wrong

Post-rugby match, Stan, with a grin,
said, “Never mix scrumming with gin:
From deep in the jumble
We heard someone mumble,
‘Good Lord, I’m as naked as sin!’”

© 2011 Amy Barlow Liberatore/Sharp Little Pencil


Time Goes By

They mesh peacefully
‘neath sheets weathered
from years of laundering

He grins; her finger traces the deep lines
engraved from years of laughter and from struggle,
the hardscrabble jumble of their lives together

Her naked breasts sag off to the side
She doesn’t care; he thinks she’s as lovely a lass
as ever a man was blessed to wed.

© 2011 Amy Barlow Liberatore/Sharp Little Pencil