I’m posting this poem in response to a challenge on dVersePoets about rebellion. Since the prompt is quite broad, this poem seems to work for it. Comes from my first chapbook.
OUT OF LOVE WITH THE FROG
after Claudia Coutu Radmore
American Bullfrog Rana catesbeiana Side 1800px (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
I’m not sure the exact day
I fell out of love with the frog
Rana catesbeiana…
was it the toothless mandible,
the way his eyes retracted
through roof of mouth
the fenestrated skull with its rows
of tiny teeth on maxilla?
I became prey, my every motion
a spur to devour me,
first my thoughts, then my character,
leaving me thoughtless and merciless.
Each strike his eyes would close,
then lunge, mouth open,
mucous tongue upon me
jaws continuing forward
clenching, grasping me in tiny teeth.
As we sank into swamp,
the frog tried to break my defences,
hold me under until I asphyxiated.
Obstinate as always, I broke free.
Carol A. Stephen
Originally published in Above the Hum of Yellow Jackets, Bondi Press, 2011
Quillfyre 
A story about a prince who wouldn’t give up….a great ANTI- LOVE poem…rebelling against the attentions of that frog!… I guess some people can be like this…they keep going…try to suffocate until the other gives up….but not in this poem! very nicely constructed…
This is wonderful, Carol.
Thanks, Laurie! Appreciate the vote! C
whew…i am glad you broke free…being prey is not a lot a lot of fun..that last staza is pretty vivid with the tongue….err…ha…
hmmm. Ha. perhaps not quite where you went?
This was fabulous, fabulous!
Thanks!
mucous tongue upon me jaws continuing forward…I could so feel that!
Glad that it touched you! Carol
Very, very good! I like it! :)