You’re Not a Pretty Girl



No, stunning stick insect and media glamour

bisected your path leaving you devoid of any

natural damsel demeanour of a cat up a tree.

And I am no barrel-chested brass-buttoned

baritone bartender of a fire engine to fix you.


No, you’re not a pretty girl to scale ladders for,

to reach high peaks and towers and pull on your

flowing golden-river of elongated folic strands.

And I’m no dashing thief dashing through forests

to steal your heart, and sell it in pieces to a smith.


No, you’re not a pretty girl to save from a dragon

since your beauty lies in a wholeness encased

in a beating heart no lithe lizard can scorch out.

My sword, my ladder, my engine lie redundant

because you have rescued me from macho manure.


Rochester, 2016

Follow me on Twitter @Malek_Montag15


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About malekmontag

I am a writer and a wage-slave, and proud father of George Giraffe. I live in the UK, but I exist everywhere. My first stories were published this year (2016) in Short Stories and Tall Tales (Atla Publishing). Follow me on Twitter @Malek_Montag15. My Work is also available on
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