Her bedroom is a round bouquet,
fragrant, feminine hideaway
where a sultry stunner nightly ‘scapes
the boisterous swordplay of the day.
Ruby pout, a southern belle,
she practices a stoic stare
as comb untangles candlelit curls,
red ribbon falls from local fair.
A budding branch by babbling brook.
A locket her ex-lover took.
A cliffside meeting in a storm.
A coat to keep her bosom warm.
Baby’s breath halo on her knee,
a crown of fertile forestry,
she’s writing romance by the sea,
my alter-ego, Katie Hartley.
NaPoWriMo#8 prompts us to create a poem from the perspective of our alter-ego. So, I offer you a little glimpse of Katie Hartley, southern belle romance writer. Maybe she’ll be less bashful now that I’ve introduced her, and come on out and share a little story with all my sugah pie readers sometime soon.