The Hard Cash Poetry Contest
Contest entry poem
by
Maxine Attendorn
midas, touched
all that lettuce of yours
strafing an unguarded hem
now adjures
your full nut
no fineprint feints
to bail you out
no joker corners
left to cut
but how to ken
which smart-ass clause
might yet have
winged it
in the end
so linger on
dishonestly
tallying your
marginal gains
refulgent in that
unreflecting coldness
Poet’s Bio
Maxine Attendorn, 46, from East Bangor, Pennsylvania has sent us this contribution.
Maxine began writing poetry some time ago.
By profession she is a photoengraver.