Hello dear Toads and pond visitors! It's time once again for Fireblossom Friday, and this time the topic is temptation and confession. If you're like me, you can resist anything but temptation. So...
Shall we get started?
Oh, don't give me that old innocent routine, like butter wouldn't melt in your mouth...
What tempts you?
This close to Valentine's Day, I'm especially thinking of romantic temptations, though I'll leave it up to you. What wickedness has tempted you? Are you ready to confess to kindly old Auntie Fireblossom, hmm?
Remember, if it isn't a little bit wrong, or risky, it isn't truly temptation.
Come on, tell me! It can stay between us, and um, everyone else who reads what you write, but hey...
Is this a face you can trust, or what?
And if it turns out badly, I'll be right along with you so you won't be lonely! Just write a poem about temptation and/or confession, link it back to Real Toads, and sign the linky. Easy! I'll be around to see what everyone has written. And honestly... my lips are sealed!
One must make a distinction however: when dragged into prominence by half poets, the result is not poetry, nor till the autocrats among us can be “literalists of the imagination”—above insolence and triviality and can present for inspection, imaginary gardens with real toads in them, shall we have it.