She held the promise
of a budding tree
for that in spring
her bounty of blossoms
would burst.

But Hope’s a whore
for the truly depraved,
promising false flowers,
flattery in lieu of praise.

Compensation for
the sleepless nights,
nameless chilly days
all rooted in regret.

© Grace Black

imageNational Poetry Month: Day 4

(Prompt: Write about the cruelest month.)


30 poems in 30 days. Do you dabble in word play as well? Let’s create 30 in 30.

Love and Ink,


  1. Wow, ‘Hope’s a whore for the truly depraved’, love it. Just been reading backwards through your NaPoMo poems, Sustenance is terrific. (I’m making an attempt on NaPoMo this year for the first time, following prompts at The Found Poetry Review, think I liked the wordblock poem best – they’re up on my site http://stephellis.weebly.com if you want to take a peek).

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