Urbane Legend

There’s surely nothing sillier,
Than the tale of the escaped killer,
who goes on the prowl
in a trench coat and cowl
And a hook of the purest silver.

And when this psycho’s attacking
He slices in a precise pattern:
There’s no sloppy stabs
Or haphazard jabs,
As he balks at the thought of just hacking.

This madman is far from mundane,
So don’t dismiss this myth with disdain,
That’d be uncouth
And there’s always some truth
In a legend that is urbane.
(Inspired by #TLPoetry prompt ‘Myth/Legend’)

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Bunny Burns

I love words; both reading and writing them. I've started this site in order to have a depository for all the random ramblings which are continually swirling around my mind. Some of the aforementioned ramblings may be quite serious but the majority probably won't be. I'm a single mother living in Norwich. I'm also autistic. This isn't the defining component of my personality, although it is a significant one, and one which I think has a heavy influence on my writing, which is why I choose to highlight it. I also feel no shame over being autistic and refuse to perceive it as a disability. The way I see it, life is hard work whichever way your brain is wired up. Aside from all things wordy, I also love music. I find it to be an incredible mood enhancer, as well as a great enabler for the imagination. I love all kinds of music, though hard house in particular - as everything in life is better when it's hard... I hope you enjoy my musings and thank you for reading! I can also be found on www.twitter.com/@bhhburns