Prompt: Write a poem about a character you don't like but who would be likable to some personalities.
I actually took it a step further and went with what my creative writing teacher is always saying: Make me like a serial killer or dislike an apparently wonderful child.
However, that being said, I do not deny that I'm kind of creeped out by my own poem and wouldn't have come up with it if not for the prompt, which, I guess, is why we're doing this... The point is, I know it's creepy and I'm going out on a limb with it, which is why it's rated 18+. Anyways, this was inspired by a combination of the prompt, my creative writing professor's words, and...
The law said my love was wrong,
but how I could I deny myself such
a tender rosebud
with golden hair?
So beautiful, in the image
of woman
and I knew she loved me -
but the law said my love was wrong.
She had suffered through
so few winters, untouched
by frost, I could not help myself;
so we ran away to Florida where,
I thought,
she might be safe from snow.
The law said my love was wrong,
but love I did, and kept her safe.
I plucked the unknown flower
and planted anew in its place
and was imprisoned when they
caught us. She cried,
but the law said my love was wrong -
for she was only fourteen.
...and the odd teacher out there who runs away with a student, now that you've read the whole poem and there's no more suspense as to what will make you dislike this guy.
