I found TFE'S poetry prompt (www.totalfeckineejit.blogspot.com) this week really hard. Most of my angry poems are personal, and having toyed with the idea of posting one here, in the end I decided against it.
Instead here's a poem that's a little angry, and a little snide, and a little bitter, (pretty much the way I feel after a drunken night out).
The morning after
Did you think you were a witch?
Or some class of enchantress?
With your ‘lazy grace’ and
unbrushed hair and those big hips?
When you came into a room
did you really think all eyes were on you?
Did you believe in your conceit
that voices lulled because
Well now you know - you were never
what you saw in your head.
And all those moments spent
wondering what was being said?
Well, not about you anyway.