Tuesday, April 1, 2008


The Writer's Island prompt this week is "torrid". The only direction I can think to go with this prompt is cliched at best, unimaginative at the least, so I feel I must leave this one alone. The Matinee Muse prompt, however, is "The Gamble". I think I can play along with this one.
The Gamble
Eyes focused
Leaning back in his chair
Giving off the appearance of ease
Watching the dealer’s hands
Calculations in his head
Studying his competitors
For clues
A smile curves the corners
Of his perfect lips
And he sighs
“All in”
Throwing his chips on the table
A murmur in the surrounding crowd
The odds, against him
The stakes, high
The gamble, immense
Sweat beads on his opponent’s brow
And he knows
He’s beaten him
Outplayed him
Swindled him
He folds
And with a grin,
While collecting his winnings,
He shows me his cards
Void of any value
For any other player
A losing hand
Copyright 2008 - Karina

3 comments:

lissa said...

I was thinking he has good cards but maybe he can bluff his way to winning?

Karina, I'm glad you're joining National Poetry Writing Month, even if you don't write all 30 poems, it will at least get you to write again. Have fun!

tumblewords said...

I can see this table - and game. Good post!

J.C. Montgomery said...

Nicely done!

My P is a poker dealer, and from time to time he plays. You caught the setting and tone perfectly!