Day 3 of NaPoWriMo 2015
Craft a poem about spoiling your Self or the Self of another. Let Decadence run wild.
Why Gild a Lily?
Decadence is such an ugly word.
It fills our heads with images of Gluttony and Greed.
It smells of sour wine and spoiled food,
clothes crammed into wardrobes never to be worn again.
But oh the thrill when taken in small doses.
A sip of Honey Mead, liquid gold.
The feel of soft,silky grass against the soles of my feet on a warm, still day.
The mouth watering indulgence of Raspberries straight from the bush.
Decadence doesn't have to cost the Earth...it comes from it.
:D Enjoy XXX