In Limbo

In limbo, wrists tied,
she hopes the period
of indecision will be brief.
She turns her face
of fine porcelain, skin
delicate as tissue paper,
and chants at the moonlit
night. While deep in thought,
scenes tumble like gaudy
glittering confetti. All that
she has sworn was truth,
may no longer be so.

Written for #166
Words: swear, turns, limbo, wrists, moonlit, tumbles, porcelain, briefly, chart, deeply, gaudy, paper

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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1 Response to In Limbo

  1. OOh I like this and as often with your poetry I see a story forming! Have you written any fiction novels?


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